ASH

R.M. ENGELHARDT POET AUTHOR WRITER

ASH

The words once
Devestated
The mind

Some

Uplifted the
Soul

The dead
Can no longer
Hear them

The living
No longer
Listen

Unless they
Are wrapped up
In a package
Of glamour
Or deceit

Can you still
Hear them?

The poets
Ask

Can you still
Feel them?

The poets
Cry

But the masses
Are now all
Deaf & blind

Conditioned
By the promise
Of something
More

But lift the veil
And close the
Curtain and
You’ll find there’s
Only an empty
Stage

An empty
Book

Full of
Yesterdays
And no tomorrows

Never finding
The ghosts of
Poets past

Or new voices
That burn
The soul

Into ash