Friday, May 14, 2010

ear to the proverbial ground

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...

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