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