Stacie McCall Whitaker - Stone Coast, Maine

A Tornado Watch

Written By: Sujash Purna

You should never leave your child in front of a TV
While tornadoes raze villages.
I grew up with too many of those videos.
Seventeen years passed, and last night
There was a tornado with rain and lightning.
I told myself, next morning I will write a poem
That mocks the sun that smiles over the wreckage;
Some kid’s tricycle bent, broken rib cage of metal frames
In a praying posture to dead gods;
A pair of tennis shoes holding each other in their sense of afterlife
Upon a tree, surprisingly not uprooted.

A swiveling chair doing a handstand in a theater full of nobody
But him and his beams.

Sun is a man of flames, who invited me to his palace.
He told me, it’s not that he doesn’t feel sorry.
He does.
It’s his way to tell he sees.

About the Author

Sujash Purna / Stonecoast Review / Issue 7 / Summer 2017 / Poetry / A Tornado Watch

Sujash Purna is a poet and student. He was born and grew up in Dhaka, Bangladesh. At the age of 18, he came to the US to study English. He graduated with a BA in English and is pursuing a Master’s in Education in English at Truman State University. His poems have appeared in Five 2 One, Prairie Winds, Off the Coast, Harbinger Asylum, and Inwood Indiana.

Twitter: @purnathepoet