Never Passed

Utter sound.
Turntable slowing.
Speeding up again.
Out of sync.
This modern tech.
The sirens licked the blaze.
Screaming phrases. Blasphemy.
In echoes of a long-lost harmony.

In empathy, the anger was apparent.
Scented, never spoken right out loud.
Deep vibrations - bittersweet.
Beneath a sodden explanation.
Asking for a moment of expression.
Incomplete, they lingered on.
Beneath the words.
Within the songs.
Of more than merely modern tragedy.
The old became the new in quick succession.

Moments, never more than that.
Too quickly bound into a new sound track
that spoke in volumes of an ancient past.
Hassling too many generations.
Leading back to old-time altercations.
In utter sounds that rang into
the futures never passed...

? Michaelette ?

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