"THE UNCERTAIN WINDS OF NATURE..."

The uncertain winds of nature

Are far more comforting

than the brutal carnage of the sheriff's gun

For does it not blow with such deterrence

before devouring what's left for its harness.

The cruel wrath of the mountain's vomit

is far heart soothing

than the heartless words man's tongue can emit

For do they not mammer,

before they gush without manner.

The wild countenance of the bushes fires

is truly mild

Vis-a-vis the brutality of man's generosity

For the fires are candid

and plain in intentions than the honest gestures of the affluent man.

The tormenting tides of mother sea

is assuaging

than the good will behind the soldier's atomic missile

For do the tides not roar ultimatums

with such a tender maternal voice.

The involuntary squirts of the earth

is far tender

than the seraphic cacophonies

of man's impious coitus.

Where does that leave us?

What does that make us?