I have never heard such a thundering of approaching feet--
a veritable stampede of creatures
running as if the doors were closing on the last
rocketship leaving the doomed planet--
running as if every hard memory never resolved in the heart
were rearing up to collect its due--
running as if sudden realization of all that was squandered
in a life found expression in some cataclysm
immanent as the shifting ground parting
under my downturned ear that hears
the silence at the very dark center of sound
like the microsecond between the click of the detonator
and either the the all-engulfing explosion or the merest fizzle of a dud...
Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.
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