Silent Night

[glenn]

too much troubles the world
the world is too much with us
in the darkness of night
bombs explode the senses
and few are the places to rest

sleep is disturbed
by the inexorable clanking of tanks
the shriek of jet airplanes
that leave death in their wake
swallows up the wail of an infant
that lies clutching his dead mother's breast

silence is strangled
with telephone wires
and computer cables
radar and satellite beams
crush the skull with noise
pressure collapses the soul
and throttles peace of mind

a sudden lurid flash
and all the bright colours blur and fade
in radioactive decay
a pale deadly white chemical dust
envelops and chokes the world
and all is silent

[anirbas]

this poem left me silent...we know that doesn't happen often...LOL...
you know you've written a hell of a poem, when it leaves me speechless...

so glad and good to see you, Glenn...Sabrina

[glenn]

Thanks, Sabrina. I'm happy to be here.

Definitely a dark poem, that one. The italicized line is from William Wordsworth.

[DavidMc]

A very powerfull scene you have drawn for us here Glenn, and I particularly liked these lines.

silence is strangled
with telephone wires

The title is also a nice twist on the Christmas hymn. Thanks for sharing.

David

[tolteclogic]

beautiful chem trails
line the sky
like clouds
make pretty designs
particulates dampen
global warming
quite a bit
accidental salvation

[anirbas]

You're very welcome, Glenn. Accolades are well deserved in your case. As long as I've read you, I've never seen you throw anything at the proverbial wall, but the most excellent writing, whether dark or light in ambience, bearing and demeanor. So, on that note, got more? LOL
Sabrina.

*nice chemically enhanced gem you followed up with, Cleveland!*