Is there not one breath ?

Is there not one breath exhaled that blows
hate and then inhales stormed anger?
Are we one fool's grin but many despised
and despoiled as mouths
lie agape and then in quietude recedes
into a dark-ringed smirk?
Who would look upon us and wonder if creation
could have built more beauty just to break it down
for no reason other than for us to think airily alone together?
There are draft dates!
There are waft times!
There are breeze troubles!
There was an Arial cruel kindness that curdled and
cured us of mass faith in empty bellows of nothingness
We saw a whiff feast squeeze the fire
heart of coals spreading
magic cream and its straw buried in sins for more ventilated sadness
Breathe deeply of woe; betide gushes in
gullies and grief rears only when love
speeds slowly into tired lungs just to
expire as dead smoke chimney-raddled
Is there not one honest breath to sigh?
New-born infants burst into wrath defiant
while the fledgling lark sings sweetly of
lost tunes and the brook burbles in refrains
bubbled from a chest infected as it drowns and
drowns air-leaked and regaled--old friends reunited.
Does the wind agree? And its silky promises
to oxygenate cells that may traitor mutate
Can Sir raise shaman shamaals to choke-gasp deserts in dry heaves?
Breathe easy wind waster for we are all without
the string-help that kites pray for in bobbing liberty
Tethered and tailed we must break our roped chains
and fly uncontrolled; breezed and bleeding for
our unrestrained freedom as we gush upwards and
wing-wave in  lost spirals destiny-crashed
Is there not one breath sucked in to glorify not waste?
Not a molecule disturbing?
Not an atom untamed?
Not a gust unhurried?
Grunt, gulp, pant, wheeze, huff, puff, blow
and one last breath draws many more in joint human respire
to bluster rage
then inflate helplessness
as our final deflation
husks out
of heaven on a hell-bound
hurricane death-rattled