whispers

The dignitaries are passing through the town in big Limonene and long gowns. They are throwing five hundred dollars bills on the ground and the people are running all around. Children are running after them and a great big crowd has gathered around the bend, the whispers are getting louder, and the crowd began to swell. Money is scattered all over the street, filling pockets and purse, boxes and cans somebody must have broken the bank. Listen to the whispers in the street; something is transpiring in the deep, the roosters are crowing, the cows are mooing, and giant tiger is running around the den. The zookeepers are not around, and the cheaters are running all over the town. They are smashing windowpanes and emptying the stores down the lane, they are running in bushes with bags and buckets and entertainment TV to mount on their walls, how far can they go when destiny have them on the show; the whisperers in the town are going to drown. See them going back and forth without pants and shirt, they are running around the street with naked bodies and bushes wrapped around their malicious bodies. Some are going back and forth with no place to go. They are carrying bundles on their head, dragging a cart filled with dead bodies and white sheets draped around it and a mantle sitting on top of it. While men with pickaxes and shovel on their shoulders walk slowly to the cemetery to bury the dead. The traffic is rumbling around the town, dragging the passengers all around and the heat penetrates the center of the town. The day’s slips away and the cold wind blows violently through the trees sending the birds flying with the mad breeze. And suddenly everything comes to a standstill and a mocking laughter burns through the earth and the vibration turns over the dirt. The trees began to shake, and people began to scramble all over the place, the houses are tumbling down to the ground and the bridges have broken into pieces and falls in the sea, weeping and wailing all around and millions of people are buried underneath the ground. The shaking stop and not a sign of life could be seen except the owl and its rattled dream, the whispers fade away and a new earth was born.