A gang of evergreens sway unbothered in increasing wind

He crouches between them

Pressing darkness overhead races to meet the thunder

Casting air into lungs – he erects from dirt

The seduction of submission gnaws on his heels

He brazens into open field

Closing in are the bleating calls of scathing violence

Nothing but red rain on the horizon

Water falls – an unrelenting beating of the Earth

Afraid – yet past indignities ignite the war-lust within him