Good to be back, gang. Seems like months since I've been here.
Tornado After Easter
Sunday after Easter,
three broken ragged trees
near an empty open slab
where a house stood, loom leafless.
Fifteen dead souls and heaps of rubble
strewn over forty miles
from two-hundred mile an hour winds
mark a path of omious destruction.
Imagine their loss
some two-thousand years ago--
the savior hanging on a cross--
innocent, between two thieves.
Tornado After Easter
Sunday after Easter,
three broken ragged trees
near an empty open slab
where a house stood, loom leafless.
Fifteen dead souls and heaps of rubble
strewn over forty miles
from two-hundred mile an hour winds
mark a path of omious destruction.
Imagine their loss
some two-thousand years ago--
the savior hanging on a cross--
innocent, between two thieves.