The reluctant rain
and the desperate wind
held a funeral service
that day.

The clouds held
like hands
Over the skies dimmed face,
Tempting the thunder gods.

An ebony hawk
oscillated its bill
over the reserved Sauk Land.
Seizing life like gold.

Tomorrow is the Middle East
And loot smells of oil tar seized.
Beware the Pirate Tribe
enslaving the Seven Seas.