Language of the Storm

Did the river speak to you, love?
What did he say?
Well all I heard was screaming so
I hitched a ride
on a hurricane
to learn the language
of the storm
but ended up
in the space between
the lightening and the thunder,
howling like
a fucking prophet on pills,
a saint, naked, without his halo,
a soldier lead to slaughter

in a war that could not be won.

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