The Silence After
the air horn screams bombs explode all is silent
tires screech bam a misty morning
a clear afternoon someone runs a red light the motorcycle hit
we remember for parties he always made tiramisu
cars slam together a crash twisted steel
more cars join in a pile up many hurt or died
on the golf course a round of nine lightening strikes
the whine of the ambulance racing to the scene taking corners on two wheels
medics shout for help the links are silent the respirator breathes in and out
turned off nothing to be said the house is full
friends and family in the silence after the horror of what has occurred
is real at last no you can’t call a friend the music is up to you
November 8, 2017
6 comments:
Oy. Yes. That moment immediately after a wreck. It is so silent and like everyone is holding their breath.
I have been involved in too many wrecks. Mostly as a first responder. There even comes the silence later as we arr remembering what could have happened or did.
The silence after often lasts a very long time in the hearts of those who are left....................vividly captured, my friend.
Howl! I'd howl into those silences, but maybe in time, the music would flow. My new favorite!
Wow powerful poignant piece with the silences in between and the big silence after. Love the "no you can’t call a friend the music is up to you"
This is deafening, soul torturing silence: the silence after. But we're responsible for it sometimes. Brilliant!
How graphic this piece is Annell. Having lived through WW2 as a child in Britain I quite understand the fear and panic of situations over which you have no control and when silence can be both good and bad.
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