← v12n2, Fall 2013
Poetry · Volume 12, Number 2

The Tornado Visits the Town

The tornado waits to become itself,

slowly turning above the interstate.

Radio words crackle through the air:

major rotation, place of shelter, but also

that was AC/DC with and

so I said Lady, you can keep the ring! and

folks, a donation today will—

This, the tornado sees, is a town

in need. Bankrupt of the fear

that makes life perfect and sharp

as a shattered plate.

But the tornado cannot stop. Will not.

The world cannot stop turning, and this minute

the tornado is the world. Cars lift like birds,

trees bullet, everything is collapse.

The tornado has no regrets.

Has no regrets.

Has no regrets.