Treasure Island

David Whalen

(5/18/38 / Covington Kentucky)

Concerts of Madness

Night birds cries…cease suddenly
Sounds arise in drunken glee
The symphony starts, Fate’s curtain parts
Neath time worn, old Oak tree

Rope bound… round his neck
A tear trails down his cheek
Moonlight thru’ clotted clouds
Glows sallow, shallow and weak

Makeshift gallows
Rusted pickup truck bed
Oak tree…silently
Broods darkly o’er his head

Afar in the darkness
Sound of Gabriel’s horn
In his ears, in an instant
In his heart…hope is born

Hands tied behind
Clasped tight…as in prayer
night birds cries…and Angels sighs
Afloat upon the sodden air

The engine’s roar
Gout of blue smoke
Moment of tension
Sudden crack of a rope

Moment of blackness
Then warm golden light
A soul soars away
Into star drenched night

No remorse…not a tear
No guilt…no blame
The Oak tree…innocently
Shares not the blame

Impassive instruments all
In mad concert of man
Night birds and angry words
Composition played
…by God’s own hand…

Submitted: Sunday, August 04, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 05, 2013
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It's of injustice, fate, and God (whoever or whatever she/he is)

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