Rumble

A rumble

Distant

Dropping from the sky

Echoing from its dark vault

Vague and pulsating

So subtle 

The hound barely heard it

But her ears pricked up

She craned her long neck

Trying to sense its source

A deep throated growl

Rolling out against the clouds

Kids count one one thousand

Two one thousand

Between the lightening and the thunder 

Laughing through dreadful storms

Making light of drenching rain

While imagining pending doom

Of a squadron of ancient propeller airplanes

Droning through thick choking air 

Bombardiers tightening grips

Squinting through their sights 

Releasing deadly hail upon their enemies

A welcome sight to cadaverous prisoners of war

Straining to see through dark swollen eyelids 

Allowing themselves a momentary sigh of relief

As the ground shakes beneath their cages

From the bowels of the earth 

As tectonic plates shift

Punching each other

Who will win this battle of magma and slag

Cloaking continents in a fresh crust

As buildings crumble upon shrieking bodies 

And the rumble

From somewhere 

Drifts back to nowhere 

And the hound goes back to sleep

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