Friday, November 11, 2016

Black Blizzard Dust Bowl America

I fell to the ground
Choking from the blood
Coughing from breathing
The dust
A moving pitch black huge cloud
Like a tsunami wave or flood
On my knees as if I was pleading
Black out
Zero visibility
The power of the wave of black earth
Lifted into the clouds
As a storm
Pushed my body
And dropped me, I was bleeding
Nothing was going to stop it
So I hugged the prairie floor
I found a place that was rocky
And prayed
I had no choice
I couldn't outrun it
I couldn't fight it
The storm pushed you
Through the core
I survived
Some did not
We were the remnant
The remaining few
The residue
Who stayed behind
To farm the soil
Not stolen
By the wind