Bellow wind! Shake the house,
bang on the windows to call me out.
Sweep on by, back and around once more:
Wrench on the shutters; rattle the doors.
Roar winds! Roar, and rip the sky,
Prize up a clapboard, fling it aside;
Spit ice, like needles or flecks of disdain,
Blast up the shingles, pour down the rain,
And if wind won’t suffice crack the sky in a flash:
Split a fat pine tree and burn out the ****.
Spare none of your strength! Rage in full this one time,
And in doing so mitigate mine.

horns sound, flees the sun
men tire, day’s undone;
blue is wrung to grey,
rendered with a gasp,
and tar night, foul
as a steel pike, or
frau Troost’s onyx soul,
settles on the world
like a cyclone blanket
in a concrete shower.