A Voice Lays Hanging On A Pole

like a tattered piece of
loin cloth
a voice lays hanging on a pole
beside a
grassy path

it speaks
and i listen

it speaks about its loneliness
its being tattered
it is a torn voice haunted by
a scissor
the thread of mystery runs
wanting still
till nighttime to find the naked
eye
of the needle

pines beside the hill
stand by
like strangers staring
upon the dead body
of a boy

overrun by a ten wheeler
truck

tragic! yes, tragic is the
silence

more tragic is the indifference
that simply walks away
unnoticed even by the invisibility of the
soul of
the wind
chimes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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