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Bomb Cyclone

Choking, churning dense river of clouds.	
Vengeful, raging, wrathful airspace,
where seraphs and cherubs are murdered,
where cold torrential demons are unleashed.

Dank deep noons and nights interbreed,
incestuous and quailing, unholy waters
wailing, exploding, spilling specters,
erasing, defacing, disgracing all that was.

We all know the inequality of cruelty.
Cloudbursts inflict the most on the least.
Drenched hopes and soaked assumptions are
undone by mudslides, unhinged in flash floods. 

There are so many conversations we wish
we once had, before the rains started, 
before the blast of tainted waters scoured 
our private rooms, and it was too late.
No, we don’t know we’re drowning in
the life we repudiate.

Copyright © Thomas Wells




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