Poem by g emil reutter

 

Sounds of Quiet

Ancient voices command the dark and light
Calm winter morphs into chaotic spring, dark
drizzles hostile sunlight yet the Keepers are
busy storing and stashing in the maze of shapeless
lumps of flesh, watch as hooded serpent trails
behind the scurrying pig.

I lay awake at night, listen to the sounds of
quiet, rest my mind until sleep overcomes
me.

Sun peals away burnt skin as fish float on
surface of the sea. A large white shark floats
by, leg of a man like a fence post rests between
its teeth as the headless horseman with a tin can
smile gallops by on the legless horse.

I lay awake at night, listen to the sounds of
quiet, rest my mind until sleep overcomes
me.

Sky darkens as black clouds open, release a
waterfall onto the earth, water fills ravines,
creeks, rivers and oceans. Rats and people
float next to each other, a pig with a snake
in its mouth bobs in the water. A little man
on the deck of a big boat throws animal shit
into the water, watches people float by.

I lay awake at night, listen to the sounds of
quiet, rest my mind until sleep overcomes
me.

Water recedes as the sun sucks up the moisture
roaches and ants feed on the debris, a pair of
vultures glide in wind their fat belly’s weigh
them down as the orange sun blazes in cloudless
sky, sucking the earth closer.

 

Photography © Allison Goldin
Photography © Allison Goldin

 

g emil reutter lives and writes in the Fox Chase neighborhood of Philadelphia. Visit his YouTube page.

Allison Goldin is an artist living in Cambridge. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles. She is currently studying Illustration at The School of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

 

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