Dust Devil

Mourning Howl

What was once their own

Heard now is only his groan,

For the mother's love has passed

Never ceasing, only away it has been cast.

For the light came in an instant

Taking her from the world,

To the moon his cries seem distant

To all neighbors, his heart unfurled.

Hopelessly uncertain in search,

Peace sought may come upon a lurch

Towards that light, known only to smirch.

— Anthony Foggiano