Yet

by in_earth

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-07-29 11:53:00

Parent message is 492444
But still,
there’s a song here,
a mystic siren song, wailing on the wind,
shrill as the oldest utterances of grief
rebounding off translucent surfaces
and ’round the cold
death of this empty town.
I listen to that silenced sound
intimations of beauty still calling
my heart upsurges in a sinking relief –
serenading carcases of destruction.