Insolent Storm Strikes At the Skull

Insolent storm strikes at the skull,

assaults the sleeping citadel,

knocking the warden to his knees

in impotence, to sue for peace,

while wantonly amused by this,

wind wakes the whole metropolis.

Skeptic cyclones try the bone

of strict and sacred skeleton;

polemic gales prove point by point

how flesh cleaves fast to frozen joint,

and a hurricane headache rocks

the temples of the orthodox.

Abracadabra of the rain

drowns Noah's prayers with distain,

drives priest and prostitute in doorways,

bereft of Moses and of mores;

no ancient blueprint builds an ark

to navigate this final dark.

River floods transcend the level

demarcating good from evil,

and casuist arguments run riot

inundating Eden's quiet:

all absolutes that angels give

flounder in the relative.

Lightning conjures God's globe off its

orbit; neither law nor prophets

can rectify truant intent

to doublecross the firmament.

Now earth rejects communication

with heaven's autocratic station,

and violates celestial custom

by seceding from the solar system.

Scintillant irony inspires

independent rebel fires

till the Announcer's voice is lost

in heresies of holocaust.