Tornado

Empty space in your corroded system
All that atmosphere between you and everywhere
Hanging heavier with every breath
That dark and dubious wavelength
Ensnaring the judge of is and was

Ozone rises from the dew-stippled earth
An all-consuming energy
Racing through prudence and tenderness
Like a broadsword through your flesh
Pungently bitter

Feverishly elated is the electric doctor
Bellowing rain and fanatical wind
Ferocious, your pulse of steel
Soliciting tragedy for a faded bill
Havoc in the wake of havoc

A city darkest before its awakening
The tornado is right above you