Tornado at Chester

56 | ecotone Tornado at Chester angie macri after Lorca Through the lightning of early morning, the colonel saw the clouds. One was the river suspended. The other was muscle surrounding bone. Great soldiers, he said to them, where is my home? In the waters, said the river. In the bluffs, said the muscle on bone. And the colonel, who was listening to his town spinning around him, saw the clouds lift the ferryboat from the riverside, its engine, boiler, smokestack thrown up the bluff with the broken sounds of battles at Thames and Bad Axe. Great soldiers, he said, where is my home? In the waters, said the river. In the bluffs, said the muscle on bone. Through the lightning of early morning with houses gutted of greenbacks and beds, the colonel saw the clouds, churches, barns, and legs held in the broken arms of dawn. ...