The “She” Pseudonym
p. 77 · Read in the full issue
(N.B. How cyclones are christened female names).
By John Saunana
To a trigometrical bisection in the hollow of the sky, Swirling above a Pacific islet, Bubbling salt vapour percolate to a whirlwind of rising air, Filling an infinitesimal vacuum.
Sudden-like a crescent formation of black fumes, Explode with the maddening rigour of barbaric odysseys, Abominable traffic veering on auto expressways, Frolicking congestions and collisions of multiple particles.
Tenaciously menacing little red angels, Winging romantically in bubbles of crumbling foams, Swirling and twirling in diabolical peripheral circles, Engulfing the shirking sea with the tentacles of a Mururoa nuclear bomb.
In the nerve-centre ballroom of the watchtower, Barometer, Zero sensitive detectors click and flick doggedly, Spying the notorious monster in the outer zeniths, and heralding the wake of aerial detonations.
Destructive stratospherical attritions, Looming over the distant horizon, Sweep a weary vigilant watchman to fits of shock, An awakening wish for self-salvation.
With wishful atonement in affectionate tantrum, A penultimate toast of luck to his sweetheart, And to his dear God, her guardian, From his pseudonymous sweetie and fearsome annihilation.