Can you hear the faintest drone
Emoting embryonic tones
The ancient sound by which time splits
All of the species in space emit
Can you hear the reverberations
The nameless noise that knows no nations
Quiet down, ear to the ground
The sound that had us bound
You say you're listening
But you don't hear this glistening
You only hear the tires squealing loud
The chatter of the boisterous crowd
The chirping of some birds
That's all you heard
Don't you feel the traceless tremors of the earth
The faceless cries of a billion babies at their birth
The music that makes us move even when we're muted
The pleading prayers of the pained and polluted
Can anybody hear?
Is anyone listening?
YOU ARE READING
Escapril 2020
PoesíaA poetry collection based on prompts from @letsescapril on Instagram
