Silence Neglected Poem by Kathleen Grigsby

Blaze the neon scream the flood-
lighting of metal and melted sand.
earworms tangled cord vibrations
Wave of endless motion.

Who takes the time to be silent?

Time whirling suds down-drain,
busy busy hurry hurry
the glowing lamps,
devices caging lightning
Hollow laughs and bronzed flesh

Who takes the time to think?

Watching darkly through a glass
only face to face-
the uncomfortable pierce of truth-
in extremity in violence
linked chained closer together than ever in antiquity
Yet

Who chooses true solitude?