I saw a death’s head in the clouds
with gaping maw and vacant eyes
this morning as I walked my dog.
I gave up portends long ago
letting drink and daydreams go
to choose instead right here, right now.
But these clouds gave me pause.
Helene passed us headed north
slammed towns and hollows in the hills
displaced the gentle mountain folk.
A hundred people lost their lives
in flooding never seen before
the land I thought I knew so well
became a soaked and battered shell.
This earth no longer seems benign
when storm and fire and flood abound.
Volcanos spew and earthquakes shake
we stand no more on solid ground.
With plastic waste from shore to shore
man’s greed continues wanting more.
Despite earth’s message loud and clear
that she no longer wants us here.
Tag: hurricanes
-

PORTEND