Without a Word

To hold against this.

Fire from the sky, man thunders again.

Why do you scream? 

To check that I still live. 

Hold your head. This will hurt.

Ground is what trembles us.

Will you go under it?

Is that where it trembles less?

No. The windows will shatter next.

See the child, carried through smoke.

Children take the blasts for granted,

learn to wait between them.

We cry out, throwing signs against

the noise when we see no target.

What is another word for too much? 

We try blood, fire, smoke.

We try terror, revenge, help. 

Oh God, we say, touching a wound.

Oh God, we say, unable to keep

from testing for some other now.

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

2 thoughts on “Without a Word”

  1. poeticallyyours360 – US – I love words, I love writing, I love the art of expression! Expression through the lens of a camera, expression through paintings, expression through craftsmanship and expression that is deliberately not harmful. I am a self-proclaimed poet, therapeutic writer, seeker of truth, serenity, and understanding. I am social and anti-social. I am a conversationalist. I am love, I am hope, and I am significant. I am a survivor. I’ve been redeemed, restored, delivered and healed. I’ve mentally, emotionally and spiritually been in the pit of despair, renounced fear, announced faith and accepted God’s amazing grace. How old I am is not relevant, but what I have learned is. How I look is not relevant, but how I see me is. What my ethnicity is matters only to those that are divisive or looking to prove a point. My bottom line statement on everything is: We are all Humans, what is detrimental for this HUMAN to live is also DETRIMENTAL for other HUMANS to live.
    poeticallyyours360 says:

    powerful!

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