Shivering

As I fall to pieces

In a crushing embrace,

Pulled together by the gale

Of her endless storms

–

I turn to shrapnel

When the world ignites her wrath

Cutting down all the prowlers

Who plot in her shadows

–

I’m alive in the blast

In the plumes of her fury

Among her harvest of earth

Among her arsenal of stone

–

I shiver at the promise

Of her napalm rage

For the world’s she will raze

For the fire she will rain