At the Front
Like within an auditorium
with everyone speaking at once,
the cacophony grew and I knew
I shouldn't have come
into this place and space
of distant rumble where no words embrace
the heat, the dirt,
the stunning sounds that tremble.
Guns speak here.
My heart is dark and silent.
My finger twitches.
My mind collides with death
in a silent movie scene.
Suddenly ... jarringly comes a
huge upwelling of sorrow
as your blood covers my hands.
Another day, another time
we move within a numbness
beside other human beings
bereft of speech and sound.
How was it there? they yearn to know ...
We stand and stare
as our eyes never leave the ground.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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