Inspired by the Poem “Shattered Glass Bottle” SHATTERED GLASS BOTTLE
Glass is shattering at this present moment.
Shush! Can you hear it?
It’s the spirit of a fallen man,
a cry for aid.
But no one hears its broken shards,
No one hears its impact against the mighty wall.
No one hears its remnants make sympathetic notes.
Formally, a stout Vodka bottle,
but now a million reflections of a lost man.
Its contents comfort him,
a deceiving console.
So, can you hear it?
The spirit of a fallen man?
It cries out in a melancholy plea.
Shush! Listen and you might faintly hear
the mutes screams.
Art © 2014 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Black Angel