Conjugations – 4: Nox Irae - Kendel Hippolyte

i dim                the lamp, though night is rising round the house
you deem        my action fitting, dark calling to dark until
it dumbs          our very thoughts; the silence seeps in, spreading …
we dam           our rising fear as you, dispassionate, remind us:
You damn      your greed too late; the levelling floods are here
they doom       us all on this last treeless, lightless night.

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Kendel Hippolyte (born 1952) St. Lucia

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