as soon as the dust settles
you can see
a new world in place of where the old one had been
your skin is crawling with dry
crusted mud
and your naked feet are wet in a pool of blood
and the whistle of the wind in your ears is so loud
that your memories have blown up in a mushroom cloud
and as your eyes accommodate
there appears by the meadow
a brute like a bear with a long
dark shadow
and you violently shake over what you have seen
as you remember the tale of the altered beast