The Erupted Silence

The silence before the destruction lies like a heavy blanket - cloying - and deafening in itself

The Erupted Silence

 

 

I’ve seen Death masquerading as Glory,

lurking in the shadows of the battlefield (soon to be).

A “something-missing” silence fills and clouds the ears

for knowing of the terror-wash of ripping, fear filled screams.

 

Trigger finger trembling, eyes search deep green darkness

waiting for Death and Glory to meet.

For all who saw the masquerade

and lived to say it seen,

The erupted silence lives on in their dreams.

 

 

David Carmichael

1990