Deafening Silence By Sy Roth
Are they going to die like that
Buried under the silt of time with it all unresolved?
Are they a ribonucleic disaster, a broken string of DNA
Deposited in a weary, weeping womb?
The sceptered ones planted it in their mission to procreate.
Who asked them permission?
When did the disruption begin?
They fashioned a departure from a norm,
Familial dysfunction that finally became a wasted montage
Lollygagging in an empty home where silences echoed off lifeless walls.
They were conjoined by mad belligerence
Spiraling into ill-spent hours of orphaned emotion.
Their pink rooms old, fusty workshops of the king and queen,
Merely sex markers built around no ponderable sentiments
Other than bowling balls rolling noisily down a lane
Rolling thunder of blaspheming rejections
Dropped off by bitter tongues
That struck the pins with a deafening bang.
They wept away in a loveless home,
The walls chortling unshared secrets
That echoed hollowly in the recesses of their minds—
WMD traps laid along the road.
Sickly apprehensions lined those black corridors awash in a vale of tears.
Sisters wrestled in the battle of Cain and Abel
Smashing their heads into one another,
Two mountain goats banging their curlicued horns in a death struggle
While the progenitors walked about casually to the other side
To vanish unvanquished in a flood of decaying synapses.
They left behind nothing but questions —
Silent detritus of siblings’ disdain
Left in the wake
Without answers and deafening silence.
©2018 Sy Roth, Rev. August 25 2018
Photo by Robert Sundheimer
Sy Rothis a retired school administrator and 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.