Wednesday, January 4, 2017

Symphony of Silence

As flowers blast into bloom,
As snails rush to random dooms:

Hawks fly high with skinny bones. 

A fly on a microphone.

Pin drops next to ants.
And butterflies dance.

Spider spins a nest,
Next to where you rest...

As dusk creeps away to dawn,
As the mist dries on the lawn:

Metal dragons flying high;
Ashes crawling through the sky

Plastics in food forms...
Roaches in the dorms.

Flies hit the windshield.
Roadkill lying still.

Once, quiet fracks into cracks;
Now it leaks into the creeks.

Wrappers free-style in the wind;
On their way to the ocean's spin.

Fish eat bits of styrofoam;
Neuro-connections of 'know'.

The last bee pollinating the flower;
Choosing to over-consume their value.

As flowers blast into bloom,
As snails rush to random dooms;

As dusk creeps away to dawn,

As the mist dries on the lawn;

As we speak we are silent of it all,
As our silence is worse than the fall.

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