David and The Old Believers by Sy Roth
When they came
They came furtively with their beautiful eyes–
Their beautiful, gaseous blue eyes–
Behind them they dragged their black sacks
Stuffing it full
Their long mark, I thought,
An exclamation point!
Perhaps an infinitesimally transitory
They stepped right up to the door.
Neither a harrumph
Nor a bark of recognition
A blistering reality settled in like a burning bush
Message hidden within the flames.
Mark placed, however,
crammed in with the others
No shma read
No dirge for a life lived
Only the smothering disgrace of an end.
Their enabling conquest
Unaccompanied by loss–
No kicking or moaning cries of disbelief
No niggling skirmish
tossed into the black bag
Left with only time–
and a fractious millisecond of silence
and loss to the victorious old believers
who complete their duty.
©2017 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.