Moloch Rests on One Shoulder, the Other Waits by Sy Roth
We hear nothing with our ears
expect that nothing —
will speak back.
One angel silently slithers like a coiled Slinky,
slinks away across grassy, undulating plains
meets the boundless steppes
finally, resting, energy-less
in a kinetic ending
handcuffed in entropyless chains.
The other shouts inanities
in a chorus of solemn tirades
a mezzo soprano exhorting him with its susurrated hisses
to battle and to peace.
What a burden he carries
to imagine those imps of the perverse
rapping in his ear–
hiphopping twin engine that battle
blanking his speech
mechanically silencing his thoughts
wrapping neatly in FedEx boxes
lovingly lacing them with nails and ball bearings
and then waits in a corner for the explosion.
Moloch declares worst-case scenarios
shapes them an echolalic loop
that rattle the crenelated gray matter
kicking and screaming at them in indelicate synaptic terror
forms them in a series of interminable, multisyllabic syllogisms.
And the other soft voice
does nothing to assuage.
Have faith, it begs
repeats it ad infinitum.
Have faith in the grace that pledges an existence.
It lulls him into false calm
until the tsunami of ingratitude drags him to the sea
and enwraps him in the swill of all the collected trash
carved into an amalgamation
formed in myriad texts and images–
a garbled exhortation of a being.
chortles his tunes
while the other wingless angel
ties him to a spot on the left
where he languishes
©2018 Sy Roth
Sy Roth is a retired school administrator who has finally found the sounds of silence and the time to think whole thoughts. This has led him to find words and the ability to shape them. He has published in Visceral Uterus, Amulet, BlogNostics, Every Day Poets, Barefoot Review, Haggard and Halloo, Misfits Miscellany, Mad Swirl, Larks Fiction Magazine, Danse Macabre, Bitchin’ Kitch, Bong is Bard, Humber Pie, Poetry Super Highway, Penwood Review, Masque Publications, Foliate Oak, Miller’s Pond Poetry and The Eloquent Atheist.