THE BROTHERS

Round about the globe,
a hurricane picks up speed
HAHA!
he laughs with gale force enthusiasm.
Time? What is time but a brief moment,
a chance to gather up your energy
and tear down towns.

He pulls the ocean’s mane,
stirring white stallions from salty stables.
The mermaid drops her tortoise shell comb,
a sailfish fights the frothy foam,
and deep in his sunken bedroom,
In Triton’s castle keep
fickle Tsunami stirs.

Brother! yells the hurricane
the time is now at hand!
A stray sampan in his eager hands,
he tosses it on land.
Come, feel the joy of destruction again,
unbridle your furious strength!

Do you remember when we wrecked Manila?
laid low the Marshall Isles?
Tiles flew from terraces, and palm trees took flight,
hotels crashed and seawalls broke,
how the panicked women cried!

And the red rising sun gleam
lights Tsunami’s eyes again-
Oh manic power!
Fist clenching, storm surging, reef braking longing,
rising from the gonads of bottomless trenches.

With the driving fury of a harpooned whale,
a monstrous tidal wave unleashed,
slaps mountain faces! Rips mangrove legs!
and tears asunder the silver crown
of the cloud filled, humid sky.

Scurrying, the ants and people
are washed out of their hives and homes.
The brothers laugh as the rivers roll,
clutch their sides as the hillsides fall,
they howl together, exacting their toll.