The wind

As I lie here 
In the winds harrowing 
Tears tearing 
Fires burning 
There is the earth tilting 

This wind funnel 
It eats me from the inside 
Throws me like a branch 
Perhaps I will die today 
Perhaps

This wind is thy master 
It lashes without pity 
Ye are it's slave 
Without guilt 
It kills by force alone 

There I lay 
Aside your dead body 
We were once 
Now no more 
In the wind