A voice screams
Soft thoughts back
Claustrophobic crowds
Begin spilling compactly
In harden-ed
Neon light’s blazes and the
Air-less allies of wordless
Inanimate faces
Locked in sheep’s resolve
Booking life’s clammy hands
Into an age-old debut
Staging
Dance’s clueless
To the false essence
Of Ethereal tithing’s
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
~ August 29,2006)
Debora Short
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/harden-ed-lights-calling-softly/
