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ontology of tsunami

awoken venom

cobra come uncharmed

glittering rush

of fanged lightning

that strikes

and strikes again

tsunami has no name

call her the scalded splash

of tea jarred from

a broken cup’s cracked glaze

call her the blood-soaked shirt

and cutaway pants

pooled ruby on the floor / rising biohazard

ill-omened oil that stills

the wings of birds

she spills

and spills

and spills over

a sloshed bucket

tipped-over pitcher

the bent tin cup’s

cool sluice of rinse

poured over skin’s

delicious prickle

ginger’s cleansing sting

erasing the soft flesh of fish

from the tongue

she goes by no name

call her annihilatrix

call her tabula rasa

she’s the magic slate’s

crackling cellophane page

shellacked wings un-clung

from staticky black elytra

the liminal torn-open, turning

words into invisible birds lifting

unruly as catastrophe

yes, but / and …

(if only, if only—

meticulous swift precision

of disaster’s Swiss watch)

she remains unnamed

call her the meme

infecting your screen

call her the malware

gone viral