Untitled - Charcoal Sky.

A charcoal sky blackens the horizon
paints anger across it’s paths,
patiently awaits the rumble
three miles south,
flocks flee the funnel
driving oblivion,
caressing with it’s hands
leaving torrential tears
tearing at wanton wounds
howling

‘The end is nigh, bye, bye my love, bye bye.’

© 2009 Michael J. Earnshaw.