Silent Detritus By Sy Roth
Are they going to die like that with it all unresolved?
a ribonucleic disaster
a broken string of DNA deposited in the womb
by the sceptered ones
carried out their mission to procreate.
Who asked them permission?
When did disruption begin?
This marked departure from a norm, familial,
became a desiccated reality that
lollygagged in an empty home
where silences echoed off the vapid walls
conjoined with mad belligerence
spiraling into ill-spent hours of orphaned emotion.
The pink rooms old, fusty workshops,
merely visions of sex markers
built around no ponderable sentiments
other than rolling blaspheming rejections off a bitter tongue
like a thunder clap buried in blue skies.
echoing hollowly in the recesses of their minds–
WMD traps laid along the road.
Sickly apprehensions lined their roads–
vale of tears
where sisters wrestled the battle of Cain and Abel
smashing their heads into one another bloodless
while the progenitors walked about casually to the other side
to vanish unvanquished
in a flood of decaying synaptic disintegration
leaving behind nothing but questions —
silent detritus of siblings’ disdain
bobbing in the roiling waters,
in the wake,
©2018 Sy Roth
Photo by Robert Sundheimer
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.