Poem-A-Day: Day 223

Sonnet #51 (Rape and Squall)

Once again the impending siren sounds
as the thunder rolls, and the lightning strikes
like clashing titans. In the sky abounds
supernatural, swirling nightmare pikes
reaching from the heavens to the landscape
covering earthen soil and sea the same.
The fingers probe, and terrifying rape
the land of all its beauty and acclaim.
As if the rapist cares, it seems to weep
throughout the concupiscent act of theft,
and clever, calm destruction while asleep,
the land feels nothing but deceit bereft.
  The heavens open up and squeeze the land
  of all the love that seemed to shout command.