Shannon Walker


Sitting Alone On The Isle Of Patmos Watching The Angels Of God Rock And Roll - Poem by Shannon Walker

Silence has a voice; it can scream.
There was silence in Heaven
When He opened the Seventh Seal.
Usually it means to hit the gas,
And you're in some crap
Part of South Los Angeles.
Other times, it's not so simple;
Even the 'strap' on the table
Is powerless
When all you can see for miles around
Is a cup of disappearing coffee,
And the Death Angel,
Smiling feverishly,
Spinning her scythe in the air,
Like a baton.

Topic(s) of this poem: death


Comments about Sitting Alone On The Isle Of Patmos Watching The Angels Of God Rock And Roll by Shannon Walker

  • Sandra Erickson (9/14/2017 5:26:00 PM)


    This actually made me cringe. The angel of death has many faces, this one not quite so pleasant. Rock and roll- yeesh. Yeah, not so much. Well done. (Report) Reply

    Sandra Erickson (9/14/2017 8:11:00 PM)

    ((laughing)) Not at all. That is your job, and you did it well.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (9/13/2017 3:41:00 PM)


    This is true that silence has a voice that can scream. Usually this motivates emotion of time. Silence remains in heaven and this spins. Death angel amazingly smiles in sky and air when time of death comes. This is thought provoking and thoughtful poem is shared on death topic...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 14, 2017


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