by DawnJ
Great diction
"The past becomes present.....
the maw of hell....
Absence becomes presence."
I liked the world play of present and presence and how they're tied together phonetically, but the real knot is that killer middle line.
I hit the 4 button by mistake; my apologies if ratings matter to you; definitely a 5 IMO.
I forgot. I didn't think the last line was necessary, Dawn. It seemed to me pretty obvious the devastation, and the image suggested by "floundering" ran up against this image I had of you in a state of fugue, I.e., numb, motionless.
Nonetheless, great poem.