Lightning Bolt
You know what catastrophe is. It cleaves
If you are fortunate. It cuts your chest
In two divisions cleanly; slices, leaves
Your heart in halves. This fate does not molest
You other than to split your guts and soul
Precisely down their middles. Yet a worse
Disaster lurks. Dracula shoved a pole
Up through his victims’ bodies. Fate may nurse
A hatred for you, brutal in extreme
Results so that your total being feels
The force of being drawn and quartered: scream
When hacked; head, bones and flesh torn free to squeals.
..You brought calamity to all that’s mine.
….You made me wish I were a cloven pine.