Storms send out warning
of dark clouds and drizzle
ahead of wind, rain, death
Tremors don’t
But the dogs howling
at ghosts; birds flying
into windows, walls
Songs crash into words
Breaking stride, crushing dew
Fear in faces, stuck in place
Feet turn to stone
Leaden the dead
Spread the news
The world ends anew
Tomorrow the sun
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