Breath of the Earth

The storms resurged,
recalling the time of first chaos.
The breath of the earth
heaved and heaved
as all the elements
wakened and stirred
as in the beginning.
Seas raged and tore themselves,
their abysses tumultuous
and untempered in darkness.
Lands of infant man quaked
as buttresses of his dominion
teetered on the brink
of rubble and dust.
Dust like the ash
left by hell-fires that raged
without abatement,
consuming aught and all
as propellant-sodden tinder.
Motion and upheaval
of this cataclysm
brought forth
the end and the beginning
of worlds of the past
and of the future.

Poem XL
M.M. — 06-Feb-2014