My heart is a siren
silenced by the sound
of heavy breathing and
wind. Dry grass catches flame.
See the formless wide-flung flashing
blue and red like lightning strikes.
No thunder, and the wail
caught in mouth was snatched by fists of wind.
See the image of a truck-crashed space
reflected in the eyes of blackened buildings.
No thunder. Crowds
burning and twisting like autumn leaves.