World of Whirls

A hand is raised
Is it for help or
to drag into that rage?
Struggling to veil the face
but that little shoe is
trying to tell a tale.

Trying hard to find a clue
in this dusky dew.
From where he has come
and why the mood blue?

Venomous might be the hood
as gassy is the tunnel,
Oh! But not a worry, he is
right at the end of the funnel.

Mild rustle of dusty wind
welcoming golden and green
may bring a shiny beam.
Needs just a little stand
to anonymous spraying hand!