Outside my window
horizontal hail
rain blown sideways
surgical the wind
dismembering trees
uprooting the weakest
flattening the strong
rages the storm
Who am I
the one who abhorred thee
who now adores thee
and kneels before thee
in grief and pain
Death’s Dance before me
each street filled
with skeletal horrors
bare bones dancing
naked beneath a star-
spangled sky
‘No thought is born in me
which has not “Death”
engraved upon it.’
Michelangelo
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