12/17/2013

We Will Be Judged

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:

Marcoantonio Arellano (Nene) said...

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!