Delirious Aeolus has loosed his fury
flailing all in his howling wake
Lofty trees, crowns swishing in the sky
Swirl and bow their heads
in obeisance to his roaring power.
Leaves and twigs, limbs and trunks
snap asunder... ritualistic oblations
to the inexorable God of Winds.
Is the embryo of nature's vehemence
embedded in humankind's womb?
Or is the collective human psyche
irrevocably ransomed to despotic ideologies?
Infuriated, un-tethered, dragon-like
With fuming, frenzied, fire-spitting humanity
devouring its own kind?