Anthology

I’ve been waiting, my friend, for the day you arrive
when the traffic halts
with the ticking of time
when the rain stops pounding and the thunder has faded when no one says a word

for there’s no word to be stated when no wind howls
nor coyote, nor wolf
when reception is lost

and TV’s had enough.
I’ve been waiting, my friend, for you to arrive
to sort out my thoughts,
for they clutter my mind
to bring us what peace
or what horrors you will
to offer us comfort in
a world full of filth
to lay us down
humbled and taught
to teach us the lesson
that humanity forgot.
I’ve been waiting, my friend, for you to arrive
for Silence to set in
to destroy or revive.