by Troy Camplin27 May 2017
The human mind must always seek out orders
In which to live and men bark out their orders.
The shells are lined up, all by size and colors
So that they make a set of spiraled orders.
You cannot love the government and hate
Police whose jobs are following those orders.
The hurricanes transform the skies from seas
Into their awful, dissipative orders.
Sweet tragedy performs sublimity
To show the transformation of all orders.
Behold the lines that Troy has crafted -- I,
The poet of sublime emergent orders.