Last Days

he commands
in the twisting of his hand
hurricanes and tornadoes

comets fall
when he sneezes
yet he finds it no man pleases

not himself
not his wife
not his children

all his life
has been building to
howling in midday’s waves

a sonnet a psalm
a midnight madness
breaking upon him

in these last days

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