From the White

another silly poem

Dying voices calling out

From the white—

A million dying voices:

Howling—

Moaning—

Crying—

And yet, a

                        Snicker

Shatters it all,

Shatters the dying,

Shatters the voices,

Makes a mockery

Of these cries

That stretch onward,

Onward,             Demonically onward

With silly little white lies.

 

Out of place,

These tears they cry—

These cries they lie—

Out of place against this

Blue, blue sky—

Blue as crème pie—

And these white walls

And child-filled halls.

Out of place,

These cries that creep through the floors and thin cardboard school walls.

Out of place and

            Inter

                        Rupting

The lesson next door

With their

            Howling

And their

            Wailing

And their

            False-pleading calls.

 

The teacher grumbles, and the children laugh,

Stopping their learning and putting their pencils down on their desks,

From which they roll and clatter on the floor

That has now become

Something synonymous with a plastic war zone.

 

A grumble and a laugh and

Another werewolf wail—

Dying voices—

A million dying voices calling out

From the white:

            The movie next door turned up

            Far too loud

                        Again.