produce your last polluted air
let your final breath protrude into
naught
for the tempest yields to none
ever expanding, hollow, vigilant
ever demanding, hungry, vigorous,
ever devouring all things organic
ever empowering itself
all things puny
all things lesser
consumed by that eternal gust
razing, buzzing cyclone of a myriad of winds
oh, how we long to be turned to
solid stone