Trouble is here

In the hazy desert wind

In the distrustful stares

Of vigilant neighbors

–

In the heartsick way

Many hung their heads

When the dust storm lifted

Revealing ruination

–

It is here and now

The once distant trouble,

As a pain in the chest

As cold, frightened sweat

–

It is here, it is real

A low and noxious plume

Billowing to shade

The downfall and uprising