I am governed
by thunder, invisible
relentless, prophetic.
The shadow of sound,
its dark voice, first voice
whose song
a perfect knife
cuts through layers
in rapid-fire succession.
It has words
for you, for the deaf
but not yet dead.
It says "Salvation
is mine to give."
The lake, black
and shaken reflects
its torn, ravaged victims
in a posture of shame.
1 comment:
Hmmm, the portrayal of us as shameful, torn and ravaged in the foreboding black lake
i question whether we'll be judged for judging is a mundane concept
good write!
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