Threat of Extinction

Words hanging from parched branches confused and betrayed

Under a canopy of shadows in the recess of belittled thoughts

A prison of speechlessness bereft of expression and meaning


Letters motionless in disarray fighting lost battles lonely at heart

Starved streams of consciousness as a willow weeps in the wind

Seedless dispersion of illiterate drought at the edge of the tree


Reason and feeling disunited under a regime of torturous silence

Not even black ink on charcoal where fire should liberate passion

A scrabble of incongruence submerged under ashes of emptiness 


What if there was no poetry and the writer was shackled and numb

Dead inside an alphabet of syllables refused collaboration and script

Naked to a helpless core of scorched earth void and festering agony


A scribe in handcuffs and the hangman tightening a noose of contempt

For the chorus of voices unable to shout from roof tops and watchtowers

While a tongue tied writer awaits his sentence for the crime of free speech


Drowned in his ink pot like a convicted witch at society’s illegitimate court

Or frying at the stake of burnt books at a show trial of unlettered verdicts

Misunderstood misspelt hung and quartered to the applause of division


A ballade-monger sings his swan song before the apocalypse rules out

The appeal to common sense for an elegist prepared for a final encore

As the final curtain is stuffed in between lips and amphora of metaphors


No one can say that they have not been forewarned of overt perpetration

Were merely following orders to suppress revolutions of evident trespass

That they deemed degenerate what disagreed with a deep currency of fear


And yet if one rhyme survived a single epilog remained on a grave stone

Just one cemetery of unmarked burial sites lived on etched into history

Poetry could not be killed for freedom is much stronger than censure


20th January 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Andresen Avatar
January 26, 2020 at 8:34 AM
- Congratulations on your great winning poem in S.O. contest, Kai :) - Have a lovely Sunday :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Messina Avatar
January 26, 2020 at 7:46 AM
Love this, Kai. Outstanding poetry. Congrats on your win! Charlie
One Avatar
January 26, 2020 at 5:12 AM
You really know how to write with deep thought and always a story that many can relate to... great lines once again.. Congratulations on your first place in the contest..
Neumann Avatar
January 25, 2020 at 3:36 AM
It is happening all the time. And we are privileged that we can write AND share.
Kendrick Avatar
January 21, 2020 at 5:51 AM
Enjoyed reading your work. Yes, in the cemetery lie lines that will survive forever even if all books were burned. Must say you are very creative in this work. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara
Neumann Avatar
January 21, 2020 at 5:52 AM
Thank you very much for your praise. I am just writing stuff off my soul ...
Dietrich Avatar
January 20, 2020 at 2:59 PM
such powerful writing, Kai, and filled with richness of metaphor. Wonderful
Neumann Avatar
January 21, 2020 at 1:01 PM
Thank you Andrea. Poetry must never die ...
Wolf Avatar
January 20, 2020 at 1:05 PM
Powerful penning. Felt as if I were reading a cry from an imprisoned Soviet poet / prisoner of conscience in the 1960's or 1970's. Superbly done! Cheers, Gershon
Neumann Avatar
January 22, 2020 at 3:56 AM
The Gulag is everywhere. Free the chains, Kai
Andresen Avatar
January 20, 2020 at 12:53 PM
- Wonderful poetic writing, Kai - And you're right ... the word and freedom is much stronger than censure - Best wishes in the contest :) - I just posted one for this contest ... not as good as yours ... but, it's mine :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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