Nature, The Last Word
by Alvin Benatovich - January 21, 2000
The sky dark
With a pinkish hue
Imprisoned all
Without a clue.
The air was filled
With a rumble so great
That your body trembled
With fear for your fate.
Heavy equipment
Was lifted then thrown
To a random site
Far from its home.
Trees like so many sticks
Thrown into a pile of wood.
And many poor souls died,
They never understood.
Then as fast as it started
The horror stopped.
Once again nature
Had the last word.
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