Tony Bush Poet Blank verse

White Noise

Hearken - comes frost,
snow, comes hail;
comes

sounds - echoes, whispers,
soft post-mortem screams;
scalpel dripping

whines, hisses,
squealing smithereens;
silvery dust-blown

comes mouths, tongues,
shhhh! lips;
comes rhetoric, stigma,

dogma’s tarnished
catechism;
rust tainted; blood simple, comes

religion,
war,
death, comes

pain,
desperation,
despair, oh inhumanity.

Hearken - comes white noise,
slavery, autocracy
jackboot aetiology;

the nature of
the beast within
us all.

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