The swirling storm cares not

for you or I, cares not for

the broken banks of rivers

that move out to swallow

up this land, cares not for

the sunken towns that lie

beneath its awful rage.


We are helpless in its path

and we have no dominion

over earth or seas, even if

that was god’s command,

for we are creatures who

suffer loss, though we wish

to believe that the earth

is ours and ours alone.