Breaking The Sound Barrier Poem by Deepa Agarwal

Naively, poetically
so many things can be said.
Unheard of things. Non existent
tongues emerge, find voice. Words
spout from sewed-up mouths
that never possessed articulation
but now miraculously acquire the
gift of the gab. And
you listen astonished as
gibberish suddenly sorts itself out
to make almost geometrical
patterns of sense.
Q.E.D.
Only
they do not intend to demonstrate
a point, maybe. Have no logic to prove
only seek the freedom to let their
particular brand of sound loose
from its ancient cage.

Sound that is burgeoning
shaping its forms with such
unseemly haste that it cannot
but distend its receptacle,
that fragile wall of flesh
to bursting point. Burst to
shatter the barrier of sound with
such a deafening boom
that everyone is compelled
to give ear.

Compelled to pay heed
to the naïve rhythms
of newly born poetry. Surrender to
the sorcery of sound
hibernating for eons.
But awakening now with
a yawn of thunder.