“A Storm of Mad laughter” © Edward Michael Supranowicz

 

Primal Scream – Primal Cry

I see them in my mind,
all those who died.
I buried them.
I teared and cried inside.
Now I sit and now I’m old
and see myself dying and I will
certainly die.
I won’t be here long – to cry, nor be
a witness, but will be buried
in my coffin, where I will decay
in flesh and blood in bone and eyes.

Though there is much to see,
it will not be there for me, as I
will be with family and others
in that eternal dust – the dust that
was reserved for you and I.

It will be for others left behind to cry
and that is the eternal cry that says:
why oh why must it be I?

There will be no response, only the dust
that contains the collective I and that is
our destiny.
So try – yes – try we must – to love all we can.
That is forged in the primal cry when we are
infants … to get the love that resides in someone
else, for our purpose is to survive, and the way
to get that love is to scream that primal scream,
and cry that primal cry, until there is no breath left,
only a sigh for the loss of love that lets us die.

 

Chris Collins has indulged in a variety of activities: nature photography (exhibiting locally at the Woodstock Artists Association and Museum), served in local politics (elected to the Woodstock town board), and eventually created and was CEO of a 501© (3) festival (the Woodstock Comedy Festival) whose profits were donated to survivors of domestic violence and human trafficking. Poetry & photopoetry are Chris’s main interests, especially nature poems which he combines with nature photography.

Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a grad background in painting and printmaking. Some of his artwork has recently or will soon appear in Fish Food, Streetlight, Another Chicago Magazine, The Door Is A Jar, The Phoenix, and The Harvard Advocate. Edward is also a published poet who has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize multiple times.