The Death of Silence

By Robin Ekiss b. 1969 Robin Ekiss
A car’s backfire
rifles the ear

with skeleton clatter,
the crowd’s walla walla

draws near, caterwaul
evaporating in thin air.

Silence is dead.
(Long live silence.)

Let’s observe a moment
of it, call it what it’s not:

splatter of rain
that can’t soothe

the window’s pane,
dog barking

up the wrong tree.
Which tree, which air

apparent is there to hear
a word at its worth?

Hammer that drums
its water-logged warning

against the side
of the submarine:

I’m buried to the hilt
like the knife,

after it’s thrown,
continues to bow

to the apple
it’s split.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2012).


This poem originally appeared in the July/August 2012 issue of Poetry magazine

July/August 2012
 Robin  Ekiss


Robin Ekiss is the author of the poetry collection The Mansion of Happiness (2009). A resident of San Francisco, she received a 2007 Rona Jaffe Foundation Award for Emerging Women Writers and a Wallace Stegner Fellowship in Creative Writing from Stanford University. Her poems have been published in the American Poetry Review, Atlantic Monthly, VQR, TriQuarterly, and Best New Poets 2007 from Samovar Press.
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