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Silent City - Part 3

Continued from Part 2

The castle clock, unwound, defrocks! Those peerless speechless spokes unfurl the blight of reigning Night by spinning off her cloaks, and flaunt the dun oblivion, her Baroness evokes. Green trees gone dark, in palace parks, where children paused to play – now voiceless things on phantom swings, like statues made of clay, guard marbled tombs in graveyards groomed for grievers knelt to pray. The sun-bleached bones of those who've flown lie scattered down the lanes while other souls who hid in holes left bones with yellow stains of plaintive tears (shed insincere, for no one felt the pains). The terrors wrought by conscience fraught once stalked and lurked nearby to rip the shrouds from curtained clouds, frail fabrics on the sky – now wraiths that scream in sleepless dreams no longer terrify. And fog no longer leaks beyond the edge of doom’s café, for when she trails her mourning veils, she fills the cabaret with sallow smears of misty tears in sheets of shallow gray. Beyond the suburbs, farmers’ fields (where donkeys often brayed) exhale a gust of barren dust where living seed once laid and in the haze a scarecrow sways, impaled upon a spade. A silo, still! Like hollowed quill, a ravished feather’s vane, with traces of bespattered blood, once flowing through a vein. The fruits of all the labour? Gall... ’twas truly all in vain. No souls will come with jagged tongues to sing a silent psalm nor paint pale lips with languid quips to pierce the deathly calm – they've seen, you see, life’s brevity, beneath a neutron bomb. EPILOGUE Beyond the Silent City’s walls, the victors laugh and play... They’re celebrating PEACE ON EARTH, the devil’s sobriquet for neutron radiation death in places far away.
End MOURNING/MORNING LAID: non-standard usage for past tense of ‘to lie’ (‘lay’) REIGNING/RAINING BARONESS/ BARRENESS MOURNING VEILS/MORNING VALES NEUTRON BOMB: is a nuclear weapon that maximizes damage to life (aka people) but minimizes damage to buildings and equipment and anything of ‘value’.

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  1. Date: 9/2/2013 12:31:00 AM the epilogue the most.

  1. Date: 7/12/2013 2:42:00 PM
    Exciting, frightening and all to true in so many ways. Your descrition of "Nertron bomb was a mind bender. Amazing write Terry, you outdo yourself every time! Love, Lizzie

  1. Date: 1/1/2013 5:39:00 PM
    A decadent melange of words and painterly illusions. Your landscape is beautiful and frightening. An excellent poem and prophetic vision of the future (tomorrow?)

  1. Date: 12/8/2012 7:03:00 AM
    Oh no! It is the end of your trilogy in so many ways. Written like a boxer feinting in and out until the final blow. You are the man!!!!!!! hugs, Kathy

  1. Date: 12/2/2012 10:48:00 AM
    awesome write, my friend - I loved all three parts and some great word play : )

  1. Date: 12/2/2012 6:26:00 AM
    Does anyone win in nuclear bombs and disaster?...Great emotive and expressive work...I am glad that I chose this one to read today..Thanks for stopping by..Sara

  1. Date: 12/2/2012 12:06:00 AM
    I read this and said, WOW! Thanks for posting

  1. Date: 12/1/2012 8:11:00 AM
    amazing Terry, in fact stunning.. and the Epilogue is a fitting end to the poem...

  1. Date: 11/30/2012 11:45:00 AM
    Excellent ending. What a great summation "beneath a neutron bomb" And the Epilogue was to die for. Love all three parts. Great write!

  1. Date: 11/29/2012 1:59:00 PM
    It is a terrible thing for me as a writter when I find myself lost for words. I have read all three parts of this.....Masterpiece!, quite a few times, but words to explain how I feel seem superfluous at best. I've always thought poems like this need to be written. Great great write. David.

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 6:53:00 PM
    Engages the mind with perfect rhyme and cadence, Terry. Makes me want a hug..LOL Best wishes, Mikki

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 3:25:00 PM
    You have left me breathless, I was fully engaged through all three installments. You should be very proud of this series. Standing ovation my friend!

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 12:51:00 PM
    A beautiful write for such a dark topic.May your pen keep dancing among the pages of life.Forevermore...Forevermore. :o)

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 1:18:00 AM
    This was a fantastic write!! Take care kind sir, take care.

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 2:15:00 PM
    One hell of a write! Light & Love

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 4:45:00 AM
    Terry I have read all of your tryptych and I have to say it is just great, held the reader all the way, well done...David

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 4:39:00 AM
    Love the erudite terminology! Great selection of unusual word pairings. Excellent rhyming and meter, too. Rather chilling topic.

  1. Date: 11/26/2012 3:52:00 AM
    Interesting read, keep writing!