The roads are flat and straight
Across the prairies,where each town
Begins as a grain elevator on the skyline,
And the asphalt ripples in the heat,
Cars swimming like waterspiders...
Dead armadillos and coyotes
Sprawl under the wheels;
Cottonwoods along the riverbeds
Release white vapour into the wind
That rolls the grass for a thousand miles
Through blonde beatitudes...
Big weather is out there,calling me on;
Cumulonimbi towers piling up,
Mammatus banks herding beneath...
I ride with the engines of destruction,
Trying to map the unmappable,
Weaving myself into those forces,
Waiting to see that cone funnel,
Silent and eerie,on the horizon,
Slowly rippling waves moving
Up and down its sides...
You have to be there when the air
Turns inside-out,upside-down,
(Green light bursts through black
And giant hailstones cannonade...
Out of dark clouds falls a spark,
Then another,and another,
Showering down,till one flare
Branches out into zigzags,
Then another,another,and,then,
One sparkling leader touches earth,
Calling forth its fiery counterpart
-Instantaneous tremendous bolt
Pours back up the smoking channel
Of its fall.)When black stormclouds
Coalesce,and begin to revolve,
The vortex drops to the ground
And starts racing cross-country,
An all-consuming hole in the sky.
With stately majesty it advances,-
Snaking,mushrooming,funnelling,
Shapeshifting with ghoulish glamour,-
Sinuous and veiled like a dancer,
Dust and debris boiling round,
As the white serpent climbs,
All devilish intelligence...
Afterwards,across smashed fields,
Under the brightening sky,
In the spooky stillness
A lone meadowlark sings out,
Gurgling down the scale.
Everything has been shredded
By a gargantuan buzz saw:
Grass ripped out of the very ground,
Asphalt stripped from highways,
Trees denuded,cattle dismembered,
Houses all swept away into space,
And,here and there, human bodies,
Torn apart by the maenads,
Sometimes nothing left but the torso
Or a stray arm, the wedding ring still on.
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