The Deadly Air Poem by Travis Lepine

The potent air heaved all afternoon
And froze the murky mountain tips.
Its cutting force, without remorse,
Could burn the skin and rive the lips.

Hounds and felines dodged its being
So did the fliers as well.
For this red day, one may say,
Was whistled straight from hell.

So hell it may be for heaven it’s not
For its fervency could freeze one to stone.
And this potent air from Satan’s lungs
Was sultry and heinously blown.

And all the tenants in the land
Inhaled this foul draft
It corrupted them into a mold
Of Satan’s evil craft.

The breaker of trees drenched the roads
In a crimson colored gore.
The closed hands of once devout people
Are now implements of war.

The weather of violence blew all day
As folks fell asleep by the sword.
Who could have saved us? No one perhaps
Except for the breath of the Lord.

A world of filth, of death, of sin
Doth all mar earths’ ground
This glum lost world that has much good
Is yet to have been found.