NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

Jul 15, 2023 Letters

By Haimnauth Cecil Ramkirath

It violates the silence of the sacred space—

damning as invading the temple or any other sacrilege.

It offends the trees, but they cannot leave for Mainstay Lake.

They protest as best they could, but are constrained to stay.

The puppies, kittens, sheep, and chickens bewail their fate

that they dwell among those who need to amplify

every whisper, every secret, and every dream to be told.

It’s noise, noise, and noise everywhere.

Senseless that delight when others need to forbear,

and wish they could be impervious to every box that blares

in trunk of van or car, on cart along the thoroughfare, or on the stair.

You need to unwind to wipe that frown from the face.

And when the light bounces off the ceiling and the DJ incites the party,

you need to gyrate on floor like a multi-colored spinning top,

and shake those buttocks and hips like reeds in the wind.

But think of the injury to the ears when the music blares loud

that you cannot hear your girlfriend even when she shouts.

I feel for the old and the sick, and workers in the field who need rest,

when the music raised to the decibel of a screaming jet.

And what respite when the music turned off—the staccato

of motorbikes, wailing sirens, and jackhammers pounding

before the windows early in the morning.

It’s more than enough to enrage a sage.

Where’s that place with a semblance of silence?

Will they march with machines into the unspoiled hinterland?

Will the Victoria Regia Lily hear screeching ‘brum-brum’ of chainsaws,

and armadillos and jaguars bemoan the invasion of their sacred ground?

Will noise, noise and noise blanket the land end to end?

It’s already entrenched when every talking is a shouting.

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