Skyscraper from Ghostbusters
(No idea what triggered this poem. I’ve seen this in fiction at times, but I don’t know if that’s what I was going for. An eternal mystery.)
It starts with an explosion
From both sides of our world
And a whistle cuts the air
Shattering our eardrums
Forcing our nerves to curl
As we see a jagged tear
The sign of Earth’s corrosion
People gather in the street
Staring at the shredded sky
Whispering and worrying
Holding their loved ones tight
All feel that death is hurrying
To claim them as they die
Abandoning their cherished meat
A wind begins to howl and moan
Grabbing leaves right off the trees
It grows stronger by the second
Feeding the hungry tear
The endless void starts to beckon
People fall upon their knees
Hoping they will not face death alone
Another whistle screams
The famished tear entombs all life
Its heated bowels devour the globe
That spawned it by mistake
Created by an ambitious probe
Acting like a serrated knife
Ending our creator’s dream
Legends of Windemere 
One stanza is a very apt description of the tornado scare that happened in my town last Friday. It touched down briefly then went off to terrorize another village nearby.
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I can see that similarity. Good thing it was brief.
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Wow, what an interesting poem! I definitely thought of the first Avengers movie when I read it.
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True. There was a Futurama movie like this too.
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To be sucked into the void would be terror-unlimited. Good one, Charles.
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Thanks. Definitely a high level of nightmare fuel.
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Yes indeed.
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It’s timely, and I wonder how many others are having similar thoughts. The world is in a horrible state right now.
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Guess so. Though I’ve noticed one’s opinion on how bad and why the world is terrible varies.
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I haven’t checked out the Doomsday Clock lately, but with all the missiles being tested, and nuclear subs surfacing, it has to be about to run out.
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