A Shrill Cry & Its Echo
The dream of
nothingness.
The great
abdication.
The self-
proclaimed
conflict the
handshake
across centuries.
Ruptured innocence.
Put a
price tag
on survival
not too
high not
too low
just enough
to negotiate.
They sit
over there
you sit
here &
no one
budges.
The clock
never stops
ticking so
dance like a
three-year-old.
The rest
is a lie.
Let go
of everything
except a
shrill cry
& its
echo.
