Poem: Hurricane

 

Hurricane

 

boiling grey cauldrons

fast as galleys on oars electric,

the fearsome force of waves to erupt.

 

no blue tongue, 

the clouds howl austral

to spit and rave 

across bellies of ships 

sway-sway swaying 

abused as the bell buoys

wet from cold fire 

exploded to weep.

 

these rainy fangs,

they stalk dock and town,

ravenous and celestial,

and the people cry out as if cut

by the telltale ichor,

until it chases them down

into the gutters of their own pain.

 

down down down

cut cut cut

how we cry and cower 

below bellow and flash,

hostage to the pillage 

of our shivering pennisula,

the destruction of every decision

ever made.

=====================

6/4/25 ... mod mods modsss

8/30/24 ... changed an article to a pronoun

8/9/24 ... mods ... fixed grammar issue later... mods ...