Thunder Claws

 

Thunder claws the cloud's insides;
a burst of blood leaks light to earth.

Follow the sudden shivers of the desperate rain.
the flock weeps for courage lost, burdened
by simplicity and the swollen cheeks of Spring.

Hail on the fourth, the blossoming touch;
anger belittles the vain approach.

Stand with your soldier's eye against heaven,
let the sundance blow mercy on the dragon
iron lips pumping a kiss on the world's abrasion.

Hark the heat, and the sniffing terror
leans its fist at the wind's joy.

A broken vessel, frozen on its anchor,
sprays the chants of the gods at the fields,
bristling with wild dogs and blue flowers.

Hear the folk song hammers splash electric
murders on the slashed flood below.

Bring us to the full march, the absolute
victory of death on the wheel, history
on the instant, soft blanket of ignorance.