Nature’s Reaping

Wind knocks, It wrestles with your sealed doorknob
Your ceiling clings to the sky desperately
Water rushing up, clouds form ranks, they sob
Sheets of hail and wind, their violent release

It cracks your lungs, the insects feed and seed
The vibrant god consuming you, life and death kiss
They sleep together in your bed, It breeds
While you bleed out unknowingly, mortality’s bliss

While bones shred, It won’t blink, some gods don’t cry
People are weeping, forests are reaping
Each soul sanctified; bodies purified
Silver church bells ring, rows of roses sing

Earth’s tissues tearing apart will consume
From your carcass’s red pulp spring will bloom