The Mad Ferris Wheel

The mad Ferris wheel whisks a girl violently,
Throwing her to lights and back down again
Until, sick with confusion, she begs for release,

But the wheels grip and quicken,
Sailing through sopping squalls,
screeching sands, scorching sun.
While the torrents rise and eddy.
Grinding gears whistle their excruciating songs.

With a prayer, she falls, blessing the earth with a sigh.
Dust proclaims her victory.
And the grinding gears of the mad Ferris wheel
Calm,
Cough,
And quit.