Nature's Black Heart

Swallowed by the height
Of the sun’s perfect bread,
She counts the number of tracks
Of the living and the dead.

Her ever-poisoned face
Reveals God’s demons.
Oblivious to the world.
Sinking all her seamen.

What has become of her
But a stat on the tele.
She is up to H now.
The next one could be Hallie.

The thousands of rooftops
She tramples right over.
Damage so elite,
The world tucks in their rovers.

The smog-blasted air,
And the landfills of bodies
Play no significant role
In this cross-dresser’s paradise.

A cruel-intentioned mother
She must have…
To disturb the peaceful waters,
And call it Gustav.