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Soundless Thunder by Dwight L. Hospedales The Plains are silent The calls and bellows have come to an end Replaced by the eerie wind as it blows across the barren landscape Lightning races across the sky And we wait… But there is no thunder Those that came before us Saw robust figures covering the landscape Felt Gaea quake and quiver as the thunder rolled Tasted the molecules of air cached with dust that the thunder kicked up We see… Pathways and trails replaced by steel and rail Even the corpses that once littered the ground are no more Bone and flesh taken by worm and crow No sign of the thunder remains In the distance gray clouds fill the sky The wind howls and water threatens to spill over Zeus’s bolt ignites the dark sky Our anticipation and excitement grows Our wide eyes search in hope Our hearts pound our chests like drums of war And yet – The rain pours And like our glossy red eyes The heavens weep for their lost companion Our hearts and souls fill with dread Even as tendrils of lightning are chased by deep bellows in the sky above There is no thunder… |