not the first time

and it sure won’t be the last–

storm coming, better batten down

the hatches and light a candle

to find your way home

better close your ears against thunder

it’ll leave you deaf after

lightning already blinded

you, made everything bright red

and maybe it’s rain or

maybe locusts falling, the stories

they used to tell to scare children

–not the first time and

sure as hell won’t be the last–

close the windows, bring in the laundry, wrap

yourself up tight in white sheets

like shrouds

thunder rumbles so loud, makes it easy to pretend

you can’t hear the war drums behind it

pretend lightning from afar bears no threat

to your peaceful home

keep your children inside, tell them

the storm will be over soon