Storm Front

Clouds roiled by,

doubling their chins.

clearing their throats

over and again,

sending echoes down the line.

Veins popped on their foreheads,

razor lights split the tension–

flash points of interruption.

Then the weeping,

sobbing, lubrication of

pent up anger mixed

with distraught.

A million-billion tears

distilled in sheets,

form rivulets

on the overlooked

guttural indentations

of the world’s skin.