The Mimic and the Murmur

 

low murmur 

a world turned

to scream 

begs for mercies

raises an empty cup

is the light

forever locked away

the poorest of 

all memories 

almost forgotten

a prisoner held alone 

dungeoned in some 

distant land

nameless place

spectators line the streets

here is the dull applause 

here is the roar 

of cloaked despair

in this this 

spewing mist

blackbirds battle 

for the last seed

of life

no one notices

mockingbirds playful in

an untilled  fertile field mimic 

the sound of tanks 

crushing flesh

bone and

prayer

JPPestana

Of Mimic and Murmur

4.10.2022