Sunday, February 1, 2009

The Death of Poetry


Never since the beginning of time has there been such silence
A spanning far reaching cry of nothingness that stretches long across infinity
A multitude of muteness to massive to consider
Sullen Saturninity spreading second by second until it can spread no further
A raucous of reticence that roars without remorse for the broken sound
Music lacking meter, melody, lyrics and refrain
Life lacking living, loving, losing, lust and pain
A screaming quiet begging to be heard, acknowledged or seen
Voicelessness vociferates and wails her bitter lament
Silence begets tolerance begets acceptance of time far spent