Tsunami

Tsunami short poem

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boiling black lace smooth
as a cheese grater

boats and dreams
your neighbor’s dog
clubbed to stillness
by a load of bamboo poles
a mercy

fire on the water
smoke of mankind
a dark Van Gogh picture
underworld unfurling
from the harbor’s mouth
an insatiable tongue

loudspeaker blats
a strident voice
thick as the fog
raised by the militant tide
run and climb
even your camera is in disbelief
all those everyday places
drowned then demolished

it will be days until
your rescue and years
before the sound
of incoming waves
doesn’t raise a corresponding
thrill up the nerves in your back

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Nadeem Qazilbash
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Natural disasters are so traumatic and the aftermath takes generations to repair. Gods will.

Dr. K.S. Bhardwaj
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People suffer due to their foolish handling of ecology still keep sleeping and them again suffer. The greed makes man to repeat this cycle of cyclones, floods etc,,,,,

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