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 

abused as the bell buoys

wet from cold fire 

exploded to weep.

 

rainy fangs

stalk dock and town,

ravenous and celestial,

and the people 

cry out as if cut

by some telltale ichor

chasing them down

into the gutters of their own pain.

 

down down down

cut cut cut

they cry and cower 

below bellow and flash,

hostage to pillage,

a peninsula of shivering homes,

the destruction of every decision

ever made.

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