When your first looked into me
— the eye of a hurricane —
You mistook my calm for peace.  

But every breath from my teeth
comes out like a siren’s scream.

I am made of
war
war
war.

When I sank Atlantis,
and brought continents to heel,  
you begged and pleaded
for mercy
too late.

I grinned
like the fool you are.

Of countries deluged,
mighty vessels drowned,
and all the storms they weathered,

you named them after us.

When will you learn
we wake war and wonder?