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Sy Roth - 3 Poems

12/17/2013

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Silence

I’ve dreamt often that she crept deep
Into my cellular structure, 
Some time in the nightfall of my being
And planted deeply into my mitochondrion,
A magical silence pill,
Drowning the kittens of speech
Cloaking the vocal chords in invisibility.

Erased all thought of sharing things with others--
Silenced me in rooms filled with people;
Silenced me in rooms with only my self to bear witness;
Silenced me in a world 
Where silence is intolerable noise.

I inherited her silence, 
Beet-cheeked princess of a dark world
Where inhumanity ruled
Like a thick quilt smothering breath,
Where midnight flashlight reading 
Transported me to other worlds 
Where people speak volumes--

Where men in prayer shawls do not beg Elohim to spare them,
While they giddy yap on fictitious camels 
Carried along on whispered prayers
In a hip bouncing fornication ride 
Wafting hollow messages
To ears that cannot hear the din inside a parbroiled brain
Where I drown in silence and isolation. 





Sojourn to a Gravesite

Sojourn to a gravesite 
Visit marked by miniscule stones memories
Whipped by time’s breath from their perch.
Reminders of their once having been, 
Lie in a sepulchral pile at the base.

Headstone etched in alone symbols 
Miles traversed with others, 
Then got in the way of larger plans.
Commited a meaningless sojourn,
Raped into submission--
The end uncovers another end. 

The living kneel at the edge of eternity
Find only a reflection of being 
Perched on a ledge,
Ready to swan dive into a shimmering darkness 
Wrapped in a black-velvet vale.

Denotes something, anything, 
Cain’s mark to distinguish him from others,
Ultimately extinguished.
Survival, 
Microsecond mirage 
An end to travails falling, kerplop,
Into the arms of a vacant mob
Content with their part 
Of putting an end to this iteration.

Conundrum sits like a magpie pondering eternity.
Fall, tumble into the vast abyss 
Punctuated by an exclamation mark 
Ending in a meandering interrogative.




The Land 

The earth’s taken a vacation from its 
Pristine verdant, forests and almond star speckled skies.
It’s sailed off to alpha centauri 
To admire other stars in their infancy
And pine for their future.

It needs a rest.
surface, a gelatinous brie,
oceans liquefied into thick, brown bile.
For its sea legs 
Wobble on shifting tectonic plates. 
The mountains have stopped growing.

It searches for a life boat. 
Time to row like hell, 
Salvage what’s left.
Enveloped in briny air 
It brandishes a magic wand, 
Rips at the albatross about its neck with its crooked fingers,
Exhales fading dreams into the air.
While the lifeboat’s boards shrink beneath a desiccating sun.

Loose the mizzenmast, it screams, 
Dream of a wind that will whip it to a safe shore.
Slack sails do not prick up in the worthless wind
Heavy with the weight it carries.
The shore shrinks away with each curling lick 
That slaps the sides of the rotting craft 
in rhythms set pounded out
by jingoistic drummers beating it to a pulp.

No life boat. 
Only waylaid pirates reside there on the shore, 
Black-bearded Rumplestiltskins, prancing wildly,
Their scabbards hoisted moving the murky air.

The land is theirs.
Earth, a shabby grandmother, 
Lounges in the wings dressed in mourning clothes.
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