- Contentious Dialogue
If the broken timbre of an old man’s voice Irritates you, try surviving the screech
Of a prairie fence in winter. You say you Can’t quiet the clattering rack of katydids
Or bent abrasions of bullfrogs in a pond. What if you were a bat in an ultrasound
Cave or the engineer whose train crushed The family that didn’t hear the whistle?
Sometimes we say we don’t understand Math when A=πr2 circles past. Yet
We easily grasp the loss of birdsong When water falls from a thousand feet.
What do we listen to when we don’t like What we hear? Silence? Try this.
The pickling of bones in a sunken Trawler. Elliptical connections between
Muses. The mute epiphany of a monk. Is it tranquility you really want, the end
Of contentious dialogue, the sputtering Ricochets of too many eternal voices?
We could, if you choose, just seal The clackety-clack in padded minds [End Page 395]
And lament our way to the end. Or, We could move closer to the old man,
Take his hand, let him talk into the night About days when music was all there was
And his wife’s iron lung, its whisper Like gods quarreling among themselves. [End Page 396]
Philip Raisor is a long-time contributor to the SR.