Wonderfully vicious, lightning-quick imagery. I really, really like your approach and style in this. And the last line caps it off brilliantly.

at first, i thought this poem was going to be all sound and rhythm...then i read into a bit, and double-checked the title and this is rather a nice piece. loaded up with consonance...and raw truth. two of my fave things in the world. the best line, in my opinion...the most telling and vivid was this>>"I went to be with a hole in the roof". something about that...you can't turn your mind away from. seriously good poem here jared, with a blunt truth to finish it off.

Amazing poem, and the progression in the piece generates the experience in the reading--as if it were happening. The whole thing is striking indeed, and the line withe the "hole" as one can see (from people's reactions) very strongly so, because it is such an original and true image-- for how one feels after something so stirring, so extraordinary, so destructive, instructive happens, and yet one goes on with the process of life, biologically, psychologically, though never again quite the same. Very impressive.

I love a good storm and you have given me one with the sound and fury and the aftermath. I really like the tight feeling to this, alliteration used deftly, gives me the feeling of looking quickly from one storm result to the next. Great ending. Thank you.

the tornado, the black, the world...the only the's, totally dig this associative meaning in the employment, device-wise, b/c it lends to the disassociation of the traumatized narrator...stuttering volumes. me likey.