The Tempest

another tower, rising up the skies, a high terrasse, a night, a starry weather, a caviar, a bird of paradise for every towerer, a golden feather on tux’s sleeve… all of a sudden strike of lightning in the pyramid of glasses, shards! thunder! screams! crush in the dark! a spike of panic, a lead cloud that amasses new rage at arms’ length, furious wind gusts, first drops of rain as bitter as the tears that flush away ambitions, dares, lusts, and hopes of the new babylon that nears its end… a soggy bird of paradise, another tower, rising up the skies. After The Party Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin