It Didn’t Feel Like Deafness
written by: Johnch
They came with their lips moving
But there was nothing I could hear
Still they walked and talked
As if there was nothing of concern
In their Khaki, in their battle gear
The sergeant in the lead
His mouth held wide, florid face
But still I could not hear
Silent stomp in the rhythm of their march
I could see the dust in regular puffs
Curl around their marching feet
Trailing a kilometre to the rear
And in the distance those dun behemoths
Ground their way with their one black eye
Searching, the black eyed buildings
The rubble deep streets
Then in their awful silence
Plumed a red and black puff
It didn’t feel like deafness
It felt a lot like silent death.
I knelt in my silent prayer
Seeking a salvation, an end
To this tyranny
Those silent lips moving,
Those dust shrouded feet in silent march
Those dun coloured behemoths
Unconcerned.
NOTE:
Based on the Prompt – Echoes of a Silent City
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