Devouring the sky and it’s land
In a darkness born
To that fecund womb
Of beginnings and endings
They said he was fate
But I knew; that
No one asked him if
His mouth bled from
Ossenous remains
Of his fated meals
And I knew
That he hid from
Swirling singing
clouds, from death
And mostly from wind
I saw him crash into
safe roofs, sound walls
Violent floors of what were
Once homes; drunk on
Desperate dirges
Far away from his home
In that yonder oceans
Depths; He died alone
somewhere inland
Smaller than he ever was
They said by that time,
Not a leaf trembled
At his touch
