The Cries Of A Deafening Silence Poem by Hebert Logerie

Cries that make Mother Earth quiver
Cries that wake up at the sepulcher
The dormant and the inebriated dead
Cries that hush up the muffled roosters
Cries that muzzle the speakers of peace
Silence is a syrup for the newly freed poet.

Cries that disturb loneliness
Cries that perforate the tympanum by habit
The writer is drowned in incognito
The unruly kids of the city, at times, make fun of him
The mother gives birth to delinquent aliens
And the wind passes and steals curtains.

Cries that wake up the embalmed cats
Cries that engulf the submerged ponds
We must wake up the dead to hand them
One last message, to sing one last te deum
Some living are dead, it's necessary to dezombify them
'Cause they go astray like the butterflies of St.-Jean Baptist.

Cries that unmask vicious and daring politicians
Cries that denounce ex omnibus viribus heinous violence
The world needs peace in order to pause or to rest
The flowers are fading and the flags are at half-mast
Someone had suffocated the turtles in the cisterns
There are no more tears to save the poets in distress.

Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.