Let the thunder

roll

baby

let the thunder

roll

over field and town

paddy and home

let it roll

back the pillars of

reason and the

legacy for which

we bled

long ago

before the silver birds flew

before the thunder

before the roll.

 

If the nepalm burns

let it roll

if the hueys abort

let it roll

time alone

in the fields or

Hilton cages

are steam from

the rice cooking

on our stove.

Nothing’s important

not you not

me

but the repute of those

that built this machine

that thunders

that rolls

over thrice-covered ground

that designs

then destroys

so a mistake can be

unseen.

 

-Danny Grosso