The clouds roll out of the southwest,
sun-starved red and hellish gray’
a molten iron tidal wave.
The wind runs before them,
howling like a hell bound train.
The rain dashes to the ground
and swiftly seeks shelter in the
thirsty earth; frightened mice
searching for shelter when the
eagle hunts.
The predator wind conjures images
that El Greco would have painted well.
With the power and selectivity of
an avenging angel, the twister
takes what it wants and drags it
screaming wind drown prayers,
into the darkest reaches of mans imagination.
It leaves behind a broken parody
of our greatest accomplishments.
It sings a funeral silence that birds
dare not disturb when it departs.
And now, man slowly peeks out from the rubble
that was once his pride, and pretends,
once again, that all is well
and he is still master of this place.


RC 3/90

© 2010 Robert Carraher All rights reserved

About DirtyLowdown
I was born in Pomona, California at a very young age. I had a pretty normal childhood…or I was a pretty normal child hood if mom is telling the story. I was a paperboy who always porched , usually on the subscribers porch. I washed cars and bussed tables which left me with a life time affliction of chapped lips. I was a soda fountain jock-jerk and a manic mechanic but my first real job was as a labor organizer in a maternity ward. Then, because of the misjudgment of a judge I spent nearly 10 years in the service of our country mostly on KP duty. Our country sure turns out a lot of dirty dishes. I am a past master at pots and pans. They eventually recognized my real talent and let me wander around some very unfriendly places carrying a big radio that didn’t work. Along the way I took up the bass guitar, jotting down stories, electronic engineering and earned a degree in advanced criminal activities. I spent most of my adult life, if you can call it that, working in the I.T. industry, which I was particularly suited for since we worked in rooms with no windows. On and off I taught in colleges, universities and reform schools as a student teacher… I like smog, traffic, kinky people, car trouble, noisy neighbors, and crowded seedy bars where I have been known to quote Raymond Chandler as pickup lines. I have always been a voracious reader, everything from the classics, to popular fiction, history to science but I have a special place in my heart for crime fiction, especially hard-boiled detective fiction and noir. I write a book and music review blog for all genres at The Dirty Lowdown and another dedicated to Crime Fiction and all things Noir called Crimeways. It’s named after the magazine that appeared in the Kenneth Fearing classic, The Big Clock. There I write scholarly reviews of the classic hard boiled, noir and crime fiction books from the 20's through today. Mostly I drool over the salacious pictures on the covers. I also write for Technorati/BlogCritics where I am part of a sinister cabal of superior writers.

2 Responses to Twister

  1. Steve says:

    Good ol’ hubris. I’ll take earthquakes thank you!

  2. Faye says:

    A poignant reminder of spring . Loved it

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