Inside the enclosing fury

Of a whirlwind’s dance

I am soon to be stranded

Engulfed by the wild

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Carried off in the night

As I burn red hot  

As lonely villages wail

Before they’re buried by the dark

–

Spat onto hallowed ground

As the storm’s hunger fades

Far from ruination

From the swathes of the bereaved

–

Marooned

Torn away

From the senseless agony

Waiting to be swept along

Inside another gale of fire