Cyclone Cyclops
Cyclone Cyclops
Abundant rain and profusion,
Darkness, wind and confusion,
Tempests; Cyclone is hungry
It tosses brick, man and sundry.
Womb of Heaven’s rupture
Bourne in wings of angry Nature
Celestial Dogs has set loose-
Pegasus too, broke the noose....
Topsy-turvy; Nature tumbles
‘Afore angry Nature’s rumbles
Twisting every structure
And snapping every suture!
Lo! Hell is roiling in solid snow
High hills bow flat and low-
Deep rivers ‘rise’ in waves
That stirs cold, forgotten graves.
You run to the high mountain
Which refuses to entertain....
“Kill me. Here’s the knife!”
None wants to take your life!
The loft turns pretty slippery
Under the sodden drapery.
To hide, dive in a frozen river
And surface with a fever or shiver.
Cyclops who is mad and angry
Inundating with slimy dysentery,
When silent goes his angry tone
Know, the monster is now gone.
‘Remnants’ of life and self gather
Again, to begin to be a father.
For, debris left in the mad wake
Leaves mind ceaselessly awake!
JM
09th February 2014
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