Bad Man

a poem

Sure as the crack of stone, 
the earth-deep shattering
of planetary bone—Whipped
Into dust by the wind that shrieks its way
through wicked pulsating veins
of lightning, as thunder moans

Leather boots, crunching
under a bad man’s toes
“In the womb, I was struck
by my mother’s heartbeat
and I am following it home.”