Prophet Poem by James Timothy Jarrett

A lone voice rises in the wilderness crying
out in forsaken anguish without an ear to
hear.
A twisted soul is he, adrift in anger
languishing in a listless stream.
He holds aloft proudly a sign for all to see
and the masses gather at the river
Their lifeless eyes stare outward, the
wormeaten sockets glare.
They raise their arms, lips moving in
synchronicity, responding as if they were
one.
The soundless chant is taken up all along
the shore, a chorus of silence in perfect
harmony attuned with their deaf ears.
The man responds in exhilerated fervor
holding his banner higher.He lifts his hands
skyward, captivated in this moment of glory,
shaking his fist in victory, staring blindly
at the heavens