Mute Poets Of America

Mute Poets Of America
© Surazeus
2018 11 21

I hear your singing in grim silent night,
ten million poets longing for the light
that might illuminate our secret souls
revealing nature of our common goals
to find someone to share the game of life
and aid each other to survive the strife.

We find each other in the silent gloom
by how we search the silent misty streets
and gather all bedraggled in warm room
to escape chill rain and share rhythmic beats
expressing concepts of our aching hearts
so we draw new soul-navigation charts.

Mute poets of America, rise tall,
and paint your thoughts with blood on ancient wall
to capture our dramatic social games
in standard characters with divine names
that will record our struggle to sing truth
about our kind-hearted messiah sleuth.

We kneel together in the garden mud
to plant in heart of Earth our conscious seed
so bodies of our children sprout from blood
spilled by saviors in wars to control need
before we fall devoured by silent death
who animates our minds with mortal breath.