Have you ever heard a scream
From that place between
Waking and sleeping?
The thunderous silence of a midnight dirge
To mourn the loss of
What you never had.
It’s the despair of two star-crossed lovers
Lying alone together, their world ill prepared
For love that never
It’s the godless and unholy roar
Of Heorot’s pain:
A raw and tender obscenity screamed in search of
Heroes from a foreign shore.
It’s the rumble of this fragile earth
Of fire and stone,
There is no balm in Gilead
To soothe creation’s groan.
And no amount of drink
Can ever stop the sound,
And no endless reel of daytime television
Will ever fully drown