{"sf1_id":1714172,"sf2_id":"Rm0Bqv1D","title":"Accompanied by Tornado Siren","author":"Rob MacWolf","words":274,"posted_at":"2021-05-04T03:11:00.000Z","tags":["Envoi","Iambic pentameter","Poetry","blank verse","sonnet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1714172-accompanied-by-tornado-siren","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm0Bqv1D","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/eb/1e/eb1e32a1-298e-4256-9def-fc18690bebde","description":"#37 of poetry\n\nExperimenting with combining two poems, neither of which I though good enough to stand on their own.\nI do like the sonnet/blank verse/ rhymed envoi pattern it produced. I think it deescalates and escalates similar to the way that musical theatre might use breaking into song, lapsing back into dialog, then having a big finishing number.","content":"Let us suppose that all things human fall.\n\nThat topless tower and tin-walled hovel both\n\nGo down, that all the laws are soothless scrawl,\n\nThat sons of man no longer care for truth.\n\nIt has to happen sometime. Why not now?\n\nWhat mankind plants, mankind must someday reap.\n\nWhat past affirms will future disavow.\n\nNo human work will ever ever-keep.\n\nIf so, what shall I hold to, if not thee?\n\nWhat other flotsam could survive this tide?\n\nIf everything is as ending as we\n\nHave feared, where could I end but by your side?\n\nLet us suppose that all things human end,\n\nThen I would choose to end with you again.\n\n  \n\nThey say things fall apart, and that is true.\n\nBut so they've always done. Perhaps the gyre\n\nHas been too narrow, in our time. Perhaps\n\nThe falcon cannot hear the falconer\n\nBecause the falconer has not much voice\n\nAnd now the falcon has gone wide enough\n\nTo hear, outside, above, beyond, a voice\n\nMore clear and more intoxicating. What\n\nWe thought to be the center does not hold,\n\nAnd we are all afraid, but it may be\n\nThat the true center held, unmarked by us,\n\nAnd it holds yet, and will hold all the while\n\nThat we are watching falcons fugitive\n\nAnd fearing of the dooms that we have dreamed.\n\n  \n\nAnd no, it isn't fair it should be us\n\nBut what is 'not fair' worth when faced with weight\n\nOf all our forebears unpaid greed and lust?\n\nAt least this way nobody else need pay.\n\nLet there be nothing on my tongue but praise,\n\nIf by your side I face these final days.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1713527-blank-verse-essay-on-intentionality-in-queer-fiction.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1719955-ghost-of-the-western-cretaceous-sea.json"}}