Poem-A-Day: Day 308

Conversation Stopper

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“How are you?”

“Good, you?”

“Ssshh…”

   Somewhere the earth shakes loose
   the limber arms and tears back the skin
   revealing horrors unlike any ever seen,
   unlike anything ever witnessed,
   but deep beneath the horror, beauty shines,
   deep beneath the horror, whispers
   wafting through the windswept willows
   weeping nothing more than smiles,
   and laughing cold maniacal, emotionless,
   beautiful in the twisted blistered glory,
   and as the sun melts away
   to some smoldering celestial briquette
   and the earth darkens and shakes loose bondage,
   life will have found a way.

“…did you hear that?”

“I didn’t hear it.”

“Not anything?”

“Nope.”

“Ok then.”