going extinct

going extinct

woken most mornings

by man-made growling

i struggle to understand

what kind of man

would put a fat exhaust

on a fiat panda

well done

for making desperate thunder

then i saw

the way your girlfriend walks to your house

hanging from the edge of her phone

by her nibbled fingertips

everlasting resignation

in her gait

and i realised

you’ve made raging thunder

because

you can’t make lightning