No story is the same as came before.
This is the noon you shall leave after
Knives have tightened over you and
the shadow becomes indiscriminate
Unturns the light.
No news is no news.
What was it you didn’t hear. The rumour
of nothing arrives at no speed whatsoever
And recedes into its lack of declaration.
What was it you didn’t hear
The sounds of nacreous weather
The bell-sound and siren echoing
around the lack of knowing.
No news is no news
What was it you didn’t hear?
My cry that came like an old bird across
a flooded field. The crying of my brethren
from seed pod to chrysalid. The science
of a burning sun collapsing inward.
Leaf after leaf drops but is not heard
Birds are caged and carried underground
We breathe the excesses of hope
And exhale quietly.
No news is no news
We move from atrium to atrium.
We burn the silent flame
To keep each room alive.
What was it you didn’t hear?
Animals expire and trees fall
Out of earshot. Loneliness is excised
As we divide from the other.
We wait for news. Of the war?
Of the collapsing dollar?
Of every construction
We hang our lives upon?
No news is no news.
The rooms are covered over
The silence now is shallow
Nothing more is spoken
For what can be said.
No wonder
No wonder
No wonder.
I like it Danny. It triggers a lot
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