Artwork by Ahmed Pervaiz; Courtesy of Art Chowk Gallery
For those born to limbo
itchy and brown
like a fifties tweed
this elevator music that implies a loss of hair
among the wealthy
who run department stores
with such music everywhere
among the cold and the dead
of New York town.
Here and now we have drifted farther south
to a new south soldier city
while winter crows hover<
days without pain
but also without pity.
Listening to the arid music
from underneath the cover
and staring at the pine outside
where days begin to rain
our hearts will count their money.
Security has lied
and we know its music well
… bitter sweet… like cloves and honey
for the denizens of Hell.
~ Sam Silva
Sam Silva has published over 300 poems in online journals, and his work has been nominated for the Pushcart a total of seven times. Â Bright Spark Creative of Wilmington have purchased rights to his first full-length book.
