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.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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