_ I started off as heaps of air; hot anger
_ and cold dreams, good and bad
Floating gently in the sky
watching the town below.
Then one day I split
up and down- then
whirled around.
A spinning column
of air - I
became
Calm and
goodness
trapped
inside,
a hurling
mass
of
destruction.
A horrid
addiction rose
from within,
to crush
and kill
and blow away
all who lay
in my path.
Whirling,
spinning,
flying
across and
through
the roads
and houses-
then
my
strength
drains,
clouds
disperse,
air
slows;
a
last
breath
of wind
then
D
e
a
t
h
