wrath

you know, that thing
that thing
makes trees catch fire
and its blaze, they don't dance
they explode in a raging tempo
like a soprano reaching its climax
peircing
spreading rapidly through out

that thing
it makes that sound
like the elephants' stampede
stirs the wind
it howls
it sends the traveler sprinting for cover
or crouching close to the floor
so as not to be tossed up the sky

that thing
it distorts the countenance of the sea
so that waves no longer march in the same direction
they splutter all over
colliding at each other
hitting rocks and dispersing sands
disturbing the ocean floor

with the aftermath of that thing
all is destroyed
and thus the earth is cracked
the soil, lose
plants uprooted
houses wrecked
and blood bathes the land

that thing
can never quite control it
a leash will be too weak
a chain, futile
it's like trying to stop a gale
or an inferno
or an earthquake
or a waterfall
with bare hands
who can succeed such a feat
that feat
that thing