Sunday, March 20, 2022

Anna C Broome


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

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