NATURE Poem: A natural disaster., by Eli Smyth

Crumbled rocks in grass shaded by buildings
Uprooted by voles worming through its walls

walls drunk with wormwood, holes boring inside
weave winding root systems through the broken form

Systems once held within the firm, fumes bellow,
tolling lives, cards punch down, decades of resent

centuries of lives down under, ‘till recent.
When the grass cracked rocks slating buildings

Sirens blare, warning an upheaval of order
as the building exhausts its residents

Brandished winds exhume the waters to its side
Wrapping arms around the building’s face

Warping and creaking, rounding the edges
pulling beneath rising waves and heavy rain

leaden heavy walls push a rising pained groan
sound floats up, a siren’s song, sea’s reorder