Have lived in fury

Gallop, wind,
Over the echoing emptiness
Scratch at the blind cocked panes
And snuffle in corners
Made of jagged, ruined stone
What do you seek
Mewing and crying
In such bewilderment?
Rattle the tangled bones
And scrabble through heaped timbers
Shying away from the hinted odor
Of decay and terror
Run, wind,
While you look back
Agonizing, over your shoulder
Nothing is here for you
The silence is vast and terrible
And your voice is frightening
In the pits of hell
Slide through the viscous pools
And leap free
Screaming and wailing
Before the sticky rust can stain you
Nothing is here for you
No head will lift to your voice
No song will ride your strength
No praise of you
Will ever be fashioned again
In words of laughter or breath
Find a newer planet, wind,
This planet drifts in death
Having lived too long
Having lived in fury
And gone out in flame

--by _gabrielle