Through the heart-rending cries of pain,
the wailing siren
pouring through millions of lips
the silent blood,
the retching soul…
a tiny twittering-
…could be the call of a baby bird
In the raucous enmity of competing ego,
the vulnerable disintegrate,
the gentle become non-entities,
sub-human replicas of life:
cannot be seen, cannot be heard.
Through the muffled silences of despair
in the emptiness of the overfed,
the starvation diet of progress-
a cataclysmic hubbub enfolds
in a black hole devouring all!
A heartbeat sounds,
the death that surrounds it-
and says hello!
(6- 30-1 5)
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