Noise Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Noise



The cotton sheathe
Is shaken by
Immense, fractured
Shrills and heaves;

Lifeless, like a stack
Of serrated cards
I remained there
In a juxtaposition.

I took still photographs
Of the ravage;
The enraptured fire
And the encumbered ebb
Of ripples.

A silent coil
Makes so much
Noise inside.
A visceral turbulence.

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