the storm

A Storm

Behind murky clouds giants fight,
glint of steel,
echoing thunder as the defeated
fall into a chasm of churning stones.
Rain makes roads into fast flowing rivers
and humanity is silent,
till the drips from roofs are music and
a dog’s tentative bark calls for a smile.
Alas, then the poet sleeps,
head in folded arms, on the kitchen table, and
the moment goes unrecorded.