A Scream's Echo

A Scream's Echo by Odin Roark How varied How separate These screams Life's quiet Sometimes boisterous Identity From inception's beginning Screams heard Screams swallowed Screams thought of But never exercised Remain intrinsic To existence How gently we address the baby How disciplinary our response to children Shrieks of opposition grow their weeds Uncontrolled they grow Adults merely have more tools to hoe the threat If they choose If they choose Take the horn for instance What's man's phallic symbol on wheels Without auditory drama? A boom box without extraordinary BOOM? A domestic squabble Void of passion's bombastic voices? Technology's insatiable appetite without the wail of worker sacrifice? Yes Vibrations set in motion Know no end Canyons of escape Become mere diversions from Nightmare-enhanced slumber Where inner implosive wave lengths One's perpetual infant cry of why Simply enhances dream's timbre As we listen But never expect to hear The end Until The end