Thursday, September 24, 2009

voices clamoring
rude and vicious

these speakers
either don't know

themselves or worse
they do

they must not have a
sense of mortality

to be so easily
willing to kill

and what is that
stunned look

when at last the bullet
hits and they fall

as blackness overtakes
them and that one

blazing horror going
to dark and to what after

well isn't that some of
what the contention

was about
isn't that a mercy

to not know here
whether the dark is ever all

or is there something
beyond it that cradles

the whole of being
and not-being

I have nothing to add
to this debacle

the cacophony of
yammering pride

that drives insane the
overly-sensitive proud

in their own way
against the more blatant

the more physically inclined
who wreck creation

and call it good
no there's no more to

contribute from this end
each human drama

dwindles to its conclusion
like bonfires on a dark hill

going out one by one
as the night silences the day

Content (c) 2008-2009 Philip Milito.

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