Great Southern Engulfment Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Great Southern Engulfment



A great southern engulfment
Can be felt
In the peculiar clocks that
Have no arms
Yet manage to tell time
In the whimsical roads.

A great southern engulfment -
A pernicious depth,
A paroxysmal fountain of fire
Can be found there -
There are hapless bards that sing,
Canaries, tethered to
A frozen pole of flagrant disregard,
That sing too - in an elegiac tune.

A great southern engulfment
In a revelry
The looming end
Will engulf as all.
We are the catalysts
Of our own demise:
We’ve not reasons
But to drown,
To succumb, to revolt the waves
In another great cataclysm of
Revulsion.

The impalpable gaiety of
The waves in the great
Southern engulfment
Ensnared us all to the remote
Islands of dead things.

This great southern engulfment
As hungry as a starved heart.

This great southern engulfment
With somber lights that flicker
In austerity.

This great southern engulfment
That has no north.

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