walking alone
through a silent forest,
I cry for the absence of sound.
the birds have all flown,
or died,
the creek has dried,
even the flies
have quieted their buzzing.
when I was a child
this silent forest
was awake with life.
in tune with nature’s laughter,
I’d wander,
brimming in wonder,
in love with the mystery
of the ever-present chorus.
then I wake from the dream,
startled by sirens.
the incessant hum
of the human death machine
drones on,
without mercy,
in absence of harmony
and understanding.
