Tremblors

Tremblors By Sy Roth They could feel it Creeping beneath their feet, Messaging their sole Sending tremblors Up into their thigh Had to put a stop to its progress Fearful that ecstasy might make a break Through their pates. It did have a song in it Song of enslavement-- Dwarves marching somewhere From deep in the mines With a yo heave ho It’s off to work we go A siren’s melody. A pandemic spread horizontally A tremblor horizontal Infects those close by As they watch the others twitch, St. Vitus dance to a greater god. They shuffle lopsidedly And you shuffle lopsidedly And the buildings offer no anchor As they lopsidedly cavort in congress With you And they And them To the imagined entities. Who knows what to call them, The voiceless horde who will bend Ultimately break and become one with the earth? Silent tremblors beneath the swelling mounds A corpse gas feeding the air with their fading. But there’s no one left to smell them Except the birds that borne aloft Move the air languidly around them The species below a fetid remembrance That would not pay heed to the tremblors.