Tornado

EEEE-OOOO pierces darkened skies,
cutting the atmosphere like a knife
making everyone's blood rush, pulsate.
We know what is bearing down
cutting a path across the horizon.
It twists it turns, decimates everything.

It's as though the woods, city, everything
has been condemned, judgment from the skies,
more than lightening on the horizon
it's an executioner's knife,
dragging innocents and sinners down.
Leaving a gory wake; blood drained does not pulsate.

City lights, car lights, bob-tail, pulsate
trying to escape everything
but the evil whirling, swirling down
creates havoc and blackened skies.
Mother Nature's furious knife
shrouds the closest horizon.

It closes in, past the horizon,
reaching as razor-like fingers pulsate
and a beam of flying metal turns like a knife.
In seconds, metallic winds butcher everything.
Hail pours from angry skies.
Objects are sucked up then fly down.

We like rag dolls fall down,
crouching, hiding from our uncertain horizon
wondering if we will survive angry tormented skies.
Our whimpering prayers escape as thundering hearts pulsate,
We're lost in stillness, before the whirling everything
cuts, tears at us like a knife.

In seconds nature's unmerciful knife
has shredded, torn down,
shanked what was once our everything
leaving a debris filled horizon.
Lights, and hearts no longer pulsate,
as soft yellow-blue overcomes darkened skies.

Knife-cuts gouge deep holes in the horizon.
Our world brought down and bleeding; laughter cannot pulsate
The rhythmic everything has been killed by angry skies.

-Susan Elliott