A Scream's Echo
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
Screaming is not pleasant, yet we all have screeching inner voices never quieted, only managed…by the fortunate ones. We can only imagine the screams to come in China as their 250 million-transfer of rural peasants into town and cities to be built in the next dozen years.(See-- www.nytimes.com/2013/06/16/world/asia/chinas-great-uprooting-moving-250-million-into-cities.) And we were upset with Foxconn. Not even the tip of the iceberg in what’s coming in human rights violations.
Monday, June 17, 2013
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
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