Cataclysm

Not the soft whisper of fog
       Not the gentle murmur of rain
              Not the quiet sound of footsteps
                                               of hearts beating
                                               of laughing friends
No.

Thunder rolling, a soldier driven forth
Shaking of the earth, a shattered dish
Lightning flash, a cobra striking

Break open a soul, pour the contents
                                                             across the bed of fallen leaves