The Deafening Roar

The deafening roar

of a hour’s predator,

resounds in thunder

so intense and powerful,

you feel it never stop

its boom in your mind

or cease to shake the heart.

 

But it is a noise,

a note of disquieting tone

that will have a hush

and fade in its life

until it is not even an echo

within the ticks of life.

 

Just another cymbal

clashed before the day,

who will be drown out

by all the throngs in stress musicians

played before one’s ears.

 

And tomorrow’s clatter

from each bell and whistle

will ring their own attention,

for a single sound

they will become

one more solo of disharmony

quickly swallowed

by the next music that comes along.