O the wind and rain Oklahoma
Sweeping down aerial oceans,
Sending water moccasins onto rooftops
Launching snapping turtles
In soups of chemical brine covering
The church graveyard.
Pluck a grey hair from the mare
To mend the fiddle bow,
Cimarron soft shell turtles
Swim the new dustbowl mud
Over the banks
And their fiscal lies.
Helicopters noodle stranded citizens
Out of dark unseemly quagmires
Jesus forgot to subsidize.
Two million gallons per second
Top keystone,
The masonry is torn from below
Where speedboat parts return their nylons
To the oily muck.
O the wind and rain,
Doppler dunce hats and silo caps
Take featherless wing
Where monarch armies once clouded
Sky in black and orange.
Cowpokes tie ropes to their livestock
And pull their last rare beef
Off the barn beams.
God didn't forsake you
You thick lumps. Take your little
Lumps and red meat prayers,
Head for higher ground to spot the twister
Wiping the gas stations off
The map. Up the winding stair
Mountains is true
Grit and autotuned country hits,
The ancient seas are
Back, teeming with antediluvian foes.
Jesus on stilts
Will shepherd your kin if they
Believe in the
Wrath of sour grapes and elemental science. Eat the whole storm
And get free pontoons with a fill up.
O the mind and b
-rain
