A gale-force wind
a cone of peril.
It affects all people
leaving a trail of destruction.

It whirls and traps
all in its path.
You can’t escape it.
In a race you will come last.

It reaches up and touches space.
You are sucked in towards the base
and pulled to the sky.
And your likely last words
will be, “Goodbye!”

The aftermath sends all trapped inside
flying far away.
The aftermath could get you
if it didn’t get you yet.