After a concert, the results are not so great.
|Awesome concert spawning hearing loss;
a new day, and all I have to say is, Eh?
Ringing in my ears, the band still plays,
drums reverberate in my eardrum, and
organs join bass guitars to silence
any silence I may have hoped for…
amps larger than redwoods, power waves
of bone shaking sound still lingering…
I enjoyed it then, but now is now;
I cock my head like an attentive dog.
When someone speaks…Eh? is all I say.
I am muted, needing to lip read
the world nothing more than pantomime.
Music plays, still…those octaves ranging
ballad blue-beat gut-bucket jazz…
the takeaway happening, moment
in paradise; now I have no sound.
I can enjoy the antics of my cat,
a soundless spectacle of feline,
because now the world is mere catspaw;
sound carries picket signs in marching—
would that I could cross the picket line.
The memory of sound abiding,
no compensation for lost hearing.
I think that it should pass, that deafness
be a temporary state of loss.
I do not want to be an Eh-Man,
abiding in a world of silence.
Experience is often tempered
by the peril of a future strike.