A Question of Listening

Can you hear at the heart of our lives

a ROAR incessant and blue, a tulip

of sound blooming wildly true, a voice insistent

as a Sunday church picnic of crazy desire,

tearing and sundering these borders and views

of life's squandered fires by the many tamed

and asleep who murmur and mutter in normalcy’s name

while ignoring the scourge of this one earth’s demise

as they kneel erect in row after row of fresh-polished

desolate pews?