What starts as a thrilling dust devil fun fun funnel bluster that runs into ******
the Victorian sofa broken in the yard twist twist twisted splinters the size of swords
the chairs and sink and dresser drawers squall squall scar shredded rubber and steel
the heap of indistinguishable trash ******* ******* spun out man on his knees in the mud
the lifeless foot of anything precious returning your wreck to you turn turn turned.
Napowrimo 2017: Write incantation repetition poem. For a few weeks I've been intrigued by a New Yorker poem by Alice Oswald called "Evening Poem." I didn't fully understand it, but I kept seeing a tornado in it.