03-14-2013, 10:42 AM
I went the wrong direction with this poem. Hopefully I am back on track.
at dawn, they would awake to lions.
In the twilight they would enter—
through the exit.
They stole moments alone with the tangible silence, which
humans will not allow to last for long,
but animals can indefinitely rest in.
My parents used to live by the zoo;
at night, they would awake to screams:
another drive-by.
Another loss.
Those people had gotten out too late.
My parents wouldn't.
My parents live by the interstate.
Every summer, the house must be bleached:
too much soot.
There is no silence here:
there are cars and trains
and remorse so loud one can hardly sleep.
Cages
My parents used to live by the zoo;at dawn, they would awake to lions.
In the twilight they would enter—
through the exit.
They stole moments alone with the tangible silence, which
humans will not allow to last for long,
but animals can indefinitely rest in.
My parents used to live by the zoo;
at night, they would awake to screams:
another drive-by.
Another loss.
Those people had gotten out too late.
My parents wouldn't.
My parents live by the interstate.
Every summer, the house must be bleached:
too much soot.
There is no silence here:
there are cars and trains
and remorse so loud one can hardly sleep.