WHAT’S SHRIVELING UNDER THIS SUN

 

What’s shriveling under this sun
what a raisin of an earth!
curdled hearts and minds
twisted souls
floating to the top of the black lake

Unrecognized
mutants rear monstrous heads
on the horizon
a tsunami never experienced
a poison yet untasted.

Aghast, dumb
as if with cut tongues
we scream from the depths of our throats
wipe out the evil before darkness falls
heavily, like a hideous chunk of coal.

 

– Diane Sophrin.
Budapest, October 14, 2018