July 27, 2010

Volumes

By Tony Brown

This morning
I was trying to listen
to a spider dropping down
from the lamp to the couch.

I thought that if I was
silent I’d hear
a sound like a fishing reel
unwinding

or the thin scrape of
hands on a gold line
as if a climber were rappelling
toward me.

There was nothing,
not even the sound
of my heart
in my ears.

Because the noiseless
does not exist for us
in our loud nowadays,
I killed the spider.

It was like killing nothing
because I did not hear it scream,
and my heart did not scream
either.  It may have vanished

a while ago — or I may be growing
deaf.  If that’s true,
my God, how will I ever
be modern again?

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About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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