The Agony Refinery

As the searing breeze
and the breath of the storm collide,
writhing branches snap
and float to earth.
The furnace eyed man
swats them aside like mosquitoes.
The bruising upon his bones
is as ignored as a bent eye lash.
Rain strikes the pavement
like a swarm of crystal bullets.
Lightning destroys the tree
he climbed that morning.
Flood waters devour the path
he walked moments ago.
His pain must be transformed into beauty.
The agony refinery must be built
before death intervenes.

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