Oracle
The weather vane and the cold pillow,
the storm will land a knockout blow.
The storm will land on telegraph poles,
the storm will land on the lighthouse, coastal defences,
the storm will land on the town hall.
At three a.m. the dog across the road will panic,
the storm will land in the middle of the night
in its own sweet time and stereophonic.
The storm will land on archaeological finds,
the storm will land on the night bus and the homeless,
the storm will land and drench the playgrounds.
By dawn trees and roofs will have been devoured,
the storm will land on train stations,
leave them with blank departure boards.
The storm will land on building sites,
the storm will land on bridges and steeples,
the storm will land and interrogate with all its might.
In the evening there will be casualties,
internet reports will establish the numbers,
the storm will be gone and we will assess the debris.
The weather vane and the cold pillow,
the storm will land a knockout blow.