A Scream's Echo

(See-- www.nytimes.com/2013/06/16/world/asia/chinas-great-uprooting-moving-250-million-into-cities.)

A Scream's Echo
        by Odin Roark

How varied
How separate
These screams
Life's quiet
Sometimes boisterous
Identity

From inception's beginning
Screams heard
Screams swallowed
Screams thought of
But never exercised
Remain intrinsic
To existence

How gently we address the baby
How disciplinary our response to children
Shrieks of opposition grow their weeds
Uncontrolled they grow
Adults merely have more tools to hoe the threat
If they choose
If they choose

Take the horn for instance
What's man's phallic symbol on wheels
Without auditory drama?
A boom box without extraordinary BOOM?
A domestic squabble
Void of passion's bombastic voices?
Technology's insatiable appetite
without the wail of worker sacrifice?

Yes

Vibrations set in motion
Know no end
Canyons of escape
Become mere diversions from
Nightmare-enhanced slumber
Where inner implosive wave lengths
One's perpetual infant cry of why
Simply enhances dream's timbre
As we listen
But never expect to hear
The end

Until
The end