I am the thunder that you never hear,
Suffocated in air and light;
Electricity,
Fire,
Lightning’s tiger-
(The roar you associate)-
The fighting call;
The alarm,
Rough, harsh slice of the night,
Unafraid,
The creature caged,
The light you saw and died in nothing-
Defining silent isolation,
A cage, a room, a tomb-
A buried body still alive,
The suffocation, the air, the light,
The absence,
The void,
How unremarkable I seem from the epitaph, from above,
So high above me, are you, you stand;
You morn me, I am alive,
Alive and buried under and under six feet of fear and anguish-
Of all the pains of past and future,
Of all the unsurety,
I can still assure you;
I am the thunder,
Waiting.
