Our first screams sprout
a muffled storm of
shock
and loosely buried rage,
eruptions that birth a
quaking
of bone and flesh and thought-
triggering warnings.
“Be
thankful!” they say, force-
feeding us silence, as
we bite
their filthy fingers
off.
– for
Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #169: Answering Writing in Writing). Inspired by the rotting madness that is the
current state of affairs in the USA and the following lines from The Waste Land: “That corpse you planted last year in
your garden, / has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?”
Ooh, I could almost hear the teeth snap shut on that furious last line!
ReplyDeleteA chilling set of images and words - Jae
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a case when I wont use that line 'I'll have what she's having"!
ReplyDelete"Loosely buried rage" and "force-feeding us silence" -- such powerful imagery. And that photo! Fierce!
ReplyDeletePowerful imagery that resonates! The trauma of what is happening politically and impacting so many around the globe negatively is a waking nightmare!
ReplyDeletePowerful words for an insane time.
ReplyDeleteFierce!.
ReplyDeleteAs our country continues its downward spiral ... the force-feeding of silence terrifies me. Great write, Magaly.
ReplyDeleteYes I can imagine this is a nightmare time for you. It will be hard getting rid of that rotting corpse which has sprouted bloomed bright this year. Too awful !
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, loved the last stanza which condensed all that suppressed rage into a powerful attack.
ReplyDeleteWhy does this make me think of birds?
ReplyDeleteWow! I so love this poem and the face that goes with it.
ReplyDeleteThis is eerie and terrifying. Seems like nothing will survive.
ReplyDeleteGoodness that image you've used and your words go so well.
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
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