Tornado Stew

Crazed Storm chasers speed
So many worlds disappear
High above
An ancient brass bed
Its mattress in tow
Lovers embraced
Mummified in sheets

Ahead the flurry
Flatbed and petrol trucks
Sashay between
Open CinZano umbrellas
Like dandelion helicopters rising
Sonic drive-in signs
And burger buns
Smash ups aflight

All the while

The humble ant
Retains his forever-seat afloat
As Nature's "Ride of the Valkyrie"
Merges with the chorus roar
Of metal and wood
Wind and water
Like a million lions
Tumbling over the edge of Niagara  Falls

Oh so many late comers
Caught up in the barn yard opera
Long horn cattle
Dogs
Cats
Ponies
Some running in place
Others in flailing madness
The disturbance of their effort
But a table fan factor
In a twister's anger

"Like chickens with their heads cut off"
Storm chasers muse
Having managed to live through it all before
They pray for just one more avoidance
In becoming part of tornado stew