Limitless Silence

Three poems
by Dustin Pickering
 
 
Now
(Dedicated to Dallas Police Department)
 
Now we are settled in the lostness
of our lives, searching for truth,
looking deeper into the eyes of promise.
We do not falter in step,
we cannot see the fear, the open hole
in common heart:
we make our jobs what they are,
noble, honest, and true.
 
We take the first steps to secure the breach
while our dead are crossing the threshold
of mystery:
we will never know who or what is beyond
until our own moment comes.
 
We will secure peace with our struggle.
Peace in the street, peace on the corner
and in the shops, peace in your home:
we are soldiers in this despairing exultation.
The mercy we show to the world
is vivid and just.
As we mourn our fallen,
we are still in full engagement
for the higher ideals of our country.
 
Come with us,
we invite you.
The melody of the piper
plays on
and dreamers glance twice through the mist
of our teary eyes.
 
We are who we are by choice:
we could not choose otherwise,
once we secure our pledges.
We uphold the law—
and the light spreads over us.
 
 
Hello
 
The world is on a tilt
to thrust the highs to the lows:
I say mercy is on the brow
of those dead before us.
Now we are lost in the sacred space
of heart where flowers bloom,
where dying is an art,
and where the grass always sings.
 
 
Litany and Requiem for Our Elders
(spoken in their own voices)
 
Dances, followed soon by divorces.
Responsibility as a response to resolution,
never-ending vagrancy and guilt.
 
Wanting to feel isolation,
I lose my power to divide—
warmth, stillness, empty dream.
 
Gray are our suits and hair;
silver are our laughs
and the sounds of chimes on the porch.
 
We end to never end:
the indolence of image
remains with our vows of spirit.
 
I see the soul curve as it travels,
and detach my eyes from its darkness:
no, rile and rot are not an end to fear.
 
We die: yet the spaces between our lungs
and heart widen
and we see the instances we neglected young.
 
Some try to sing, but lose their voices
by gasping invention
and gesturing wildly through the street.
 
I imagine we will be forgotten,
but I bring my cup to my mouth:
Fate, sealed by iron claw, dawns and devours.
We are limitless silence, now, and drifting out.
 
 
—————–
Dustin Pickering is founder of Transcendent Zero Press, a Houston based literary publisher. He is also a visual artist and musician who takes pride in his work even if it is not recognized widely. He is a generous man, a loyal friend, and a gladiator of the human spirit.
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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, reviews, and books can be found. He is a Best of the Net and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Scott's poetry books include: Songs of a Dissident (Transcendent Zero Press, 2015), Chaos Songs (Weasel Press, 2015), and Happy Hour Hallelujah (CTU Publishing, 2016). Scott is a member of The Southern Collective Experience; he also serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, The Peregrine Muse, and Novelmasters.

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