The rain pounces in violent waves, stripping trees
and bursting streams with a torrent of pine and clay.
Venomous snakes thrive, slithering across
the crumbling sky. Ahead of us, sparkling crack-offs
contort in a demented dance of electric shocks
on the pulsating path of blood-red mud and boiling
incisions. Beside us, a thirty-foot beam of timber
splinters and careens down the roaring forest river
as snapping branches fly at us like swirling black
vultures attracted to our stumbling, bleeding lives.
Why is this happening? I scream as the slashing
wind slices at our skin through soaked clothing.
Bracing, we are forced to face our wretched lies
as the storm, like a panther, snarls across the sky.