Into The Maelstrom

(hub ridged version)

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to Blood
(sweat and tears) of

San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or Turin shroud
consonantly demonstrably,
desperately, faintly, glumly

yet plaintively, muttered aloud,
no evading the steadily avowed
Atheist approaching funnel
(dum mental) stormy cloud,

cuz far as the eye could see -
at least by this Beatle browed
bipedal hominid (north, south,
east, and west),

the conical, demoniacal,
and elliptical endowed
sky high reversed cone, bow wowed
wailing 10,000 maniacs +
same number of banshees
wove weft and white
across wide whirled web
whereat, the black vortex

vacuumed everything
in sight (chowed
down) with loud violent row
dee earsplitting sound everything

within a vast path got plowed
obliterated, and annihilated proud
lee into bajillion smithereens,
hence mine entire being

held spellbindingly agog
frozen in place ruff akin
to well trained dog
without a chance to bark a blog

mired stock still courtesy, sans
extreme fear comp
pounded (zero apr) via
quintessential supreme tear

roar immovable paralysis
plus helpless as pollywog
lacking seizure of critical
whatsapp cerebral cog

as if blinded by a mental fog,
cuz nothing withstood
the incalculable suction
emitting barrage of sounds -

hmm...methinks or imagined,
I heard cry of a hog
amidst the pandemonium,
plus uproarious, ominous,

and insidious howl,
though still some
scant miles removed,
the deafening roar

felt like top of my head
blasted unable to jog
free (like a bajillion trained
thundering monsters at log

er heads) these screaming
quasi nemesis seemingly
horrifically, and directly
into my tender ears.