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A Scream Muted
A flower in a graveyard,
leaning toward the ridiculous,
icy blasts an existential threat
to its essentially flowery nature,
some awkward shadows looming,
the planet entire a construction
of tangents and squares,
a blue ovoid pulling
the moo-faced universe along,
cosmic string tugging cosmic string;
gravity sagging badly.
A world in flames
and yours truly is writing at poetry,
drenched in the sublimest futility
and dark-eyed abstractions,
conceptual assumptions turning
their true colours while time scurries
and abyss devours abyss.
A flower blooming in a cemetery,
spanning all that is beneath us,
the unseen things, the unknowable,
life’s vivid contractions a muted scream
at the cliff-face of oblivion,
a vegetal tiger in a dominion unto itself,
singular, bright and unafraid.
And still your shivering ape
is attempting a poetic diction.
Black holes are merging
while he’s measuring out the tar
of confounded memory and logic,
contemplating the last star
on a philosophical horizon,
building his mountain ranges,
sparring with lightbeams
but provincial and slightly dour –
Damaged beyond eternity.
Pushcart-nominee Bruce McRae is a Canadian musician with over 800 publications, including Poetry.com and The North American Review. His first book, The So-Called Sonnets is available from the Silenced Press website or via Amazon books. To hear his music and view more poems visit his website.
Email: Bruce McRae
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