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STORM ELECTRIC

Over there
in the hills
There’s a flash 
Giving birth
To a sound 
Like a pulse 
In the veins
of the Earth

Echoing
From the crags
As a drum 
Beat ahead
The condemned 
On his walk
On the morn 
He would dread

Then the fire 
in the sky
As it comes 
ever close
With a crash 
and a roar
Turns a tree 
Into toast

When you walk 
through a storm
Head held down 
Is it dum
To survive
Taking care 
Not advice
From a nun?

If you’re one
Who is blest
With a top
Like a dome
Thank your god
That your not
One of those 
With a cone

Million volts
Coming down 
from the sky
To the ground
Will select
To anoint
Pointed shapes
Never round

Crises come
And they pass
So all storms
Will be still
As the sun
Shall illume
Linen clouds
Wrap the hill

Should we fear
Tempest break
In our world
Bringing strife
Or perhaps
Lift head up
Rather dread
A bland life

4 March 2020

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