Gods of Winds
Not a god, rather a goddess
brooding in the dark, 30 miles out
a lethal, murderous monster
deciding where to attack
and oh yes, did she attack
howling in fury, venting her rage
she attacked...
Wind gauges futile and flattened
She came to cleanse, to purge
cleanse our filth and purge our sins
Whipped up by God and Mother Nature
Sent to humble us, sent to teach us
to destroy our false Towers of Babel
our self-righteous, sacrilegious temples
She was horrible. She was beautiful.
We never learn...
*Hurricane Camille - August, 1969
Mississippi Gulf Coast
Wind speed estimated at 230 MPH
Written on: 12/29/2014
Source: Biloxi, MS residents
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014
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