Whenever lightening rages in his skull

His mind catches fire,

Filled to its brink

With rusted scraps of metal

–

The rebellion of his pulse

Rises into his throat    

As his veins flood with venom   

At a stranger’s scathing call

–

The total sum of his being

Is locked away in their vault

Behind their pitch black eyes

Crushed beneath their own sorrows

 –

The havoc slithers away

Burrowing back into the soil

Always lurking underfoot

Or in a treacherous smile