Ashen

Sitting atop a dark moonlit sky
The trees and birds begin to cry.
A boy singing a noteless tune
Stares blankly into a ravenous crow.
The defeaning sound of silene
Reaches the ears of a drunken deaf.
He pitches a cry of pity for the boy he never knew.
Let go, let it go.
Dead silence even more so than before
The drunken deaf man..
Cries no more.

Reviews

[James Paulin]

Contrast and contrary images punctuate this poem. A nice concept to convey a subjective thought process. Remarkable!