The Tornado
A tornado
Has no intent
Not to lay waste
To land
To reduce house
To ground
Not to spiral
Out of control
A man’s fears
Reaching
Shelter
As the storm nears
hears
The scream of cylindrical
Wind destroy
What he can’t
Defend
A tornado
Just is
Never pretends
To be a friend
Before
Or in the end
To make amends
For its destruction
It can’t transcend
As retribution
For crime
Or corruption
An electric chair
Without either an
Executioner
Or a prisoner
Doesn’t exist
to cross off
Its list
The crime
Or the criminal
Or the best
defense
A tornado
Can’t live in the mind
Of a wife
With her head
In the oven
In her hand
A knife
Serving a mandatory
sentence
For losing a
Husband, more
A bystander,
Without any sense
Than a lover
To a coven
For reason
a man
Can’t comprehend
Can’t defend
Against
Vengeance:
Undeserved
Passed down
from woman
To woman
A tornado
On the surface
Not justice
Not a spell
Conjured
To suspend
Life and death
To pretend
There is a healing
To extend
But in reality
A female’s
Return to sanity
Is never met
With profanity
But with a penalty
For not being male
Prevails
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