The thunder departs. Its withdrawing boom
Calls to a beam of angling light
That strikes the titan towers through the gloom
And sets them glowing radiant white.
Standing in neatly regimented rows,
Spinning, spinning, spinning trine blades,
Slowly, slowly, slowly, with sweeping blows
They slice the spritzing storm-cascades.
What distant, nameless, careless forces thrust
Such alien forms against the grain
Of vast, green prairies, wide horizons touched
By wider skies no hand could rein?
Silently watching, brooding, down they stare,
Winding their monotonous rounds
Against the very nature they would spare,
Spiting it while it yet surrounds,
Away! Let me follow the fleeing storm
Far from their boundless, soulless gaze,
The crushing midst of their unnatural swarm,
The land marred by their weird arrays.
Adam Sedia (b. 1984) lives in his native Northwest Indiana, with his wife, Ivana, and their two children, and practices law as a civil and appellate litigator. In addition to the Society’s publications, his poems and prose works have appeared in The Chained Muse Review, Indiana Voice Journal, and other literary journals. He is also a composer, and his musical works may be heard on his YouTube channel.