something in the wind

 
something grows
on the gale-made dune
sand-covered crows
watch the esplanade
stale rampart against
the rampaging seas
and that force that plows

something flows
borne by the howling
that constantly oppose
and hollow out the guts
courage storm-tossed like
food for careening gulls
with deadened squawks

something froze
in the mammoth clouds
casting immense shadows
and dull implacable fury
bent on stopping the day
by toppling down
all the clock towers

something glows
in this willed squall
diablerie like claws
human in other climes
now monstrous, blind
hostile beyond nature
frivolous beyond rage