Wild wind howling, stabbing,
stalling, winding, ‘wind’ing,
around this solid shelter.
Helter-skelter missiles surrender,
Thrown against the glacier blue.
A black shadow crow glides and flutters, head on,
Choked on caw,
Blown inside out.
Wild wind, blowing as hard as it can,
Seems, though, it can never blow us all away,
The earth’s scurge and virus,