Anger

by Michele Rocha

The smell of anger
Hot and humid
as the storm breaks
moves and bellows through the atmosphere

Blood is in this anger’s scent
in the anger’s trail
the wake of all the unexpressed rage
in her in him in the life of the universe itself
Mother and God and all the sons and daughters

The rage fire jumps and starts new trails
singeing those who dare too close

The sound of anger
low and pulsing
it releases the thaw of terror
Terror’s ancient glacier is awakened
creaky and slow warms to movement with desire
Anger opened desire
Thank you for the smell of anger