It started with a dream
And then it was over
The flagstone uproots
And from the clinging paws of nature
Dirt and dust sprinkle
With a deafening crack
The floor above our heads shatters
What was once dirt and dust
Is now a stony hail

You wake up
The feel of sheets too cold
Too firm
Like a smooth altar below
Or perhaps above
For beneath you is a pattering sound
Of earth into earth
These sorrel raindrops
In clouds of dust

In an instant
The sound of thunder
An explosion
As your back is tattered by fragmentation
Ears unable to hear
And breath unable to keep
You watch the auburn droplets fall

The forecast called for hail
But we feel the warm summer rain
Through the dark clouds
The bodies cannot be seen
The bodies parched and dry
Pinned to altars
These creatures with craglike scales


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