Empty Husk

It is dark
A faint streak of light
Outlines the horizon
And then is gone
In an instant

Nothing left
But an empty husk
Dry and hollow
Once filled
Alive and vibrant

Voices scream out
Filling the darkness
With their cries
Shouts and whistles
Loudly clamoring

Darkness seems
Multiplied by the noise
The emptiness increases
Shouts rebound
Off of nothing

Echoes heard
Round the world
Clamoring to fill
An endless void
Impossible task!

Fighting reality
Clamoring to break
The everlasting mold
The rules that
Constrain everything

    -- Bem Ajani Jones-Bey  09.04.2001