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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528172" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Silent City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deserted streets lie draped in dusk and yarns of yesterday, <br>with silent sounds no longer heard (though having much to say) <br>since teeming life, abundant once, surceased and slipped away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Against a sudden sullen burst (unleashing lashing waves<br>that washed the Silent City clean with radiance that laves) , <br>neath soothing suds so soft and mild, the stony structure braves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the walls, whist buildings, tall... outside the City, dunes...<br>they mime a soon forgotten tale, once written, carved in runes<br>on broken skies, like halos hung, reflections of the moon's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise<br>the City's now a sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews -<br>Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A church's Gothic ceilings guard the empty pews below, <br>and blowing there above the bones, a maiden's blue jabot.<br>The Saints, in crypts and catacombs grace halos still aglow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Steel chapel chimes! The clapper rope (that tongue-tied confidante) <br>won't writhe to ring the carillons, alone and lean and gaunt -<br>stray flocks of jute, like downy dregs, adorn the holy font.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With footsteps in the church no more (apostates that profane) , <br>the echoes in the nave have gone, though chalice cups remain -<br>instead of wine, stale liquid drops decaying back to rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No face appears with jagged tongue to sing a silent psalm<br>or paint pale lips with languid laughs to pierce the deathly calm -<br>or pray for mercy, grace, reprieve, or beg lethean balm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Coiled candle sticks! Their iron claws no longer loom the cracks<br>with dying flame in smoky swirl mid clotting pearls of wax, <br>since night lit up, and innocence dissolved in deadend tracks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thin shadows shift, like silver shafts, across the cruel moraine<br>reflecting once a wisp of light in drops of ebon bane<br>which casts a crooked smile across a faceless window pane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Above! The cage of vapid night reveals a velvet streak, <br>through which the wicked winter winds will sometimes weave and sneak.<br>Afar! Some distant cables sway, a bridge clings hushed and bleak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The parapets, unoccupied, with neither voice nor crier, <br>no cantillation, belfry bells; no Minarets inspire -<br>abodes and buildings silhouette a mirthless muted choir.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wan neon lights glow overcast with darkness meant to slate<br>and lanterns hanging high above, in silent swinging gait, <br>haunt ballrooms, bars, abandoned now, with no one left to fete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The skyline, pale, shows no remorse, neath twilight's silver shrouds<br>oblivious she always was to cries in dying crowds -<br>in foggy neap their spirits seep, a clutch of clammy clouds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The steeple towers, stone and steel, drab daggers in the sky! <br>Their hallowed halls ring empty now, though breezes wander by -<br>but, daring not to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No things appear with jagged tongues to sing a silent psalm<br>or paint pale lips with languid laughs to pierce the deathly calm -<br>there's only hollow emptiness that shifting shades embalm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The sun-bleached bones of those who smiled are scattered down the lanes<br>while other souls who crept in fear left bones with yellow stains.<br>But plaintive tears were never shed, for no one felt the pains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The castle clocks unwound and stopped! Their peerless speechless spokes<br>unfurl in black the reigning Night, by spinning off her cloaks<br>and flaunting stark oblivion, her Baroness evokes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green trees went dark, in palace parks, where children paused to play -<br>now no one minds the voiceless swings or statues made of clay, <br>though graveyards mute the marbled tombs, where grievers knelt to pray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The terrors of a conscience fraught, no longer stalk nearby<br>or rend or rip the curtained clouds, frail fabrics of the sky -<br>the wraiths of night and sleepless dreams no longer terrify.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fog no longer creeps beyond the edge of doom's café, <br>or if she does, in mourning veils, she frills the cabaret<br>with sallow shades of dripping tears and sheets of shallow gray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the suburbs, farmers' fields (where donkeys often brayed) <br>are lying fallow, barren dust, where living seed once laid<br>and in the void a scarecrow sways, impaled upon a spade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A silo, still! With hollow hull, a ravished feather's vane -<br>with traces of some spattered blood, once flowing through a vein -<br>with fruits of all the labour, lost... 'twas truly all in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>No souls appear with jagged tongues to sing a silent psalm<br>or paint pale lips with languid laughs to pierce the deathly calm -<br>they vanished quite a while ago, beneath a neutron bomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">EPILOGUE</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beyond the Silent City's walls, the victors laugh and play...<br>They're celebrating PEACE ON EARTH, the devil's sobriquet<br>for neutron radiation death in places far away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terry+O%27Leary">Terry O'Leary</a><div class=q>
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