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.
Copyright © Sy Roth | Year Posted 2021
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