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Rated: 18+ · Book · Spiritual · #1149750
10k views, 2x BestPoetryCollection. A nothing from nowhere cast words to a world wide wind
#976931 added February 12, 2022 at 9:59am
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No Audience For This
Quiet Now (No Audience For This)

The dead are forgotten.
Are you dead if not remembered?
Am I in a tomb of my own making?
Have I not stirred on this earth?
Shushed by the whispers of those
Giving honor to quiet? Of the dead?

I am not alive, and, forgotten
Because I built walls of silence
Around myself to soften whispers,
Derisive, using my name to shun,
To scorn, to silence.

Like a child with hands ruled to lap,
Or purposed in pants pockets,
I dare not gesticulate these notions,
Uncouth to you with no respect
Of introspect within the lining
Of this coffin I'm fit in.

I'm not hollow. I'm not you.
I want to rise before mortuary,
Grab your coroner's scalpel
Before one red drop drained,
Brood upon the sterile table,
Proclaim worth in this cold vault.

Let me out! Or,
Let me in,
Because I do not know where begin
If you won't notice what
I've been trying to say.

It's stuffy in my box.
Cut a hole for ventilation.
I know it's headed for the ground.
My only hope, frozen,
Shovel dull.

Oh, eulogy!? I've written it,
Speak myself at a service
For the sallow flesh.
Delighted I might have mourners?
Just don't forget to embalm.
Wouldn't want to look ugly
Amid potential, black-veiled grief.
Bet they critique my black attire
In motionless state.

Afterthought:
Better yet, cremate me.
No vase, no mantel.
Cast me to the wind!
Hope in your face?

Yup, I'm giving up. You win.

Oops, forget to hit RECORD.
Where to begin again?

I'll be quiet now.
No audience for this.

Suitable, scenic words of scented, verdant fauna
is down the hall. Follow your nose.
I'm the one who's lost.
{/end}

3.2.20
2.12.22 edit + last three lines (maybe throwaway?) Oosh, a bit severe. (could be a question)

"Might the dead be just a bit passive-aggressive?"
"Was he saying something?"

*Rolleyes*

Will the social commentary about the ignorance that abounds ever stop with me?

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