A Rave, Or Madness? Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

A rave,
Unseat a city,
With trembling beats,
With what those twirling
Called ecstasy—
or what not.

The rest of the slumbering
Souls called upon
Heavens.

'Help, '
But no one heeded.

Madness swept the streets;
An ill-behaved youth
planked
his
way
through
the thrumming.

But keepers of order
Bound his will:

'Halt.'

'The heavens
no longer speak
to us, '
said a mother
of five boys.