dust

And what about that

braying anger and that 

beastly shouting and the 

raucous stomping of your feet

a violent stampede meant to 

upend and trample all reason and

symmetry to disable sanity in hopes of

dragging the rational into the depths of

dark confrontation where the muck of 

life comes apart and tornados rage with 

only the intent of destruction and obliteration 

and I sit and take note and wait till the storm

passes and search my integrity and find that I

am intact and unharmed but you combusted and

now lie on the floor disguised as a contrite pile of

shit destined to dry into non-amendable dust

©Karen Casady2018