A Conversation in Silence

 

I quipped, sardonically, at the reaper

The ghostly apparition was unmoved

He glared at me with cold, stony gaze

He said nothing, he was not amused

 

A glow emanated from his dark pupils

It drew me into the depth of his stare

As I slowly gained the stark recognition

That an ultimate lesson resided there

 

Life's but a brief flash of finite energy

Bound to a set of ancient eternal rules

Spirals sucked into a vacuum of dust

Atoms spun in the continuum of fools

 

Universal truths, all ballyhooed myth

The suppositions of speculative minds

Man is prone to formulate reasoning

Although the answers render him blind

 

The message is inherent in the silence

In darkness, quite oppressive, yet clear

There's no validity to any of the reasons

They’re just what we all choose to hear

 

s. paul    (May 2024)