The sky screams
and I respond in kind
as jagged fist pounds the earth
with no sense of ceremony
and tears fall
the product of the misunderstood, dark and brooding
as the trees whisper
their voices just loud enough to hear them
and wonder what
was said
I hear flitting of leaf and wings
as nervous hearts hide from angry blows
and most of all
I cringe
as millions of death-cries ripple across the ground
as the crawlers breathe one last time
gasping
writhing
drowning in tears.