Broken Violin




“As Though a Pine Tree Bows a Broken Violin”

                                            Martin Walls


Two voices arguing in the woods,

shouting each other down,

rattling wildly in a foreign tongue,


unseen by hikers passing by,

unheard by none,

a machine gun of whining,


a chainsaw wailing desperate,

a night train screeching

into town at dawn,


an avalanche rolling,

land-sliding from the trees

propelling forward.


Overlapping voices grate

against each other

in an sustained explosion.


Two cicadas

hammer summer to pieces

between diaphanous wings


to attract one silent lady.


~ by dianeklammer on April 15, 2013.

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