auntie ella, appalled by the sickening pall of the turgid sky
barges indoors from under the bilious belly of the turgid sky
and flogs our gazes, whipping a window wide to the turgid sky
to toss at us the flood of her maw-eyes' terror of turgid sky,
shouting: "behold, and despair, it is the end; the turgid sky."