White () Noise Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

The noise broke white
from far behind
so it seemed,
that it was,
as the Douglas Firs bristled
in feared anticipation.

We watched from a nearby mountain peak,
as if in over a dream,
at barreling giant sheets of white
snapping hulked bark like matchsticks,
smothering all that stood in a path
of hard-hitting, frost-drift waves;
mountaintop cancer
like Schools of Stickleback -
trapped in Nantuckets Sleighride.

Nascent? no...you never see it,
tho' you'll never forget the sound of it
crackling upon you as fast and final
as a bullet to the Brain;
their be no looking back
at the terminal carnage.............
.......................of..........................
A...v...a...l...a...n...c...h...e......!

__________ F j R __________



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