Contributor Series 9: If Men Had Ears
Coda
By Michael K Gause
Pitch black, I need to hear screaming down the street
and that eternal hymn of our weakness
Swears mingle with moist cool air
like drunk brass arguing over the tempo
An organ of tires comes screeching so
I do not miss a moment’s beauty
Breaking bottles act like symbols
for me and the other metaphors here
And once in a while,
upsetting the whole composition with a laugh,
an uninvited coda of hope
Michael K Gause’s poem Passages I appeared here in January 2011. It was fifth runner-up in the First-Ever vox poetica Poetry Contest.
