Ideas unchanged
and ingrained
Create a
mind set in stone;
Brain cells
languish among convoluted folds
All is
assumed and thought disappears.
Words
entertain multitudes like strings of music
Stamped out
on stage or piped in for angry mobs;
Concrete
sounds pump blood, adrenalin, and serotonin.
Conceptual
sounds sink beneath the floor boards.
Hand-to-hand
conflict and platitudinous verbal jousts
Leave gray
matter unstirred by the action and thought
Laid bare
upon ancient pages or upon the air of ruminating voices
Become
stifled and buried like artifacts beneath unturned soil.
No room for humanity. In a world of concrete sounds,
some parrot
hustlers; some fill the void with their senses;
and some
mourn knowledge lost.
© cmheuer,
2015
