Never, Never … again
shall the horror strike in flames,
birds forced to leave their newborns
to suffer alone in searing pain.
Rising in billows blocking the sun
killing in crackles of tear sucking heat,
everything in its path becomes a shell
baked in itself unable to flee.
Surviving a moment in the trapped beauty
only to choke in the dense black air,
like a spider cocooning a butterfly
but now both their lives rise into thin air.
Simultaneously with screams no one hears
a billion bugs gone quietly with no tears
rabbits running circles to a nearby hole
squealing with the shifting wind it hears.
Death on a scale not to be measured
but weighed in the emptiness left behind,
sparking new growth eventually some will
still the loss of spring’s birth will be pined.
Panic heard in the calls and dead silence
acres of life gone with the wind,
dying in an instant of pain and fear
Never, Never, Never … again.