Bubbling brook beneath the eye
Air pressure rises
Cyclone impending
Cleave it out
Hurl it into the Arctic Sea
Let the frost have its way
God of decimation
Rupture under the barbarous conditions
I am no alien to the charade
Well Trump massacred the climate
Let the oblation expire
The instincts pound away underground
Disconnect into the fray
Every way is grey anyway
Powder your nose in that cock and bull that shrieks your name
The ditch will never be privy.
