an emotionally crippled wind
stumbles through rubble leaves
and firewood-bound trees
kicking up what it can,
searching for survivors,
searching for colors -
dignified,
still standing tall
like flags on a flag pole -
to knock off
their pedestal
the mission:
all shall be wrecked,
by the wreckless
declaring
"none shall stand,
if I'm legless"
an emotionally crippled wind
stumbles through the woodland for weeks
going in circles,
ending up in the place
where it started
every year,
eternally
it's the voice of me versus you,
you versus me
power over
unity