Ephram Pratt Knows of the Sojourner of Love
Ephram Pratt Knows of the Sojourner of Love
By:Jack e Lorts
Bring the sounds
of death,
by lack of breathing,
into the blackguard
silence known to all
who hover on the
outskirts of breath;
bring them onto
the falling winches
of Brigadoon,
failing to tell them of
the utterances of ugly
sounding ignobility,
and showing the
proof of blind whisperers
ignored in a singing
silence of indifference.
Text the words
known only to the
sojourner of silence,
send it into the ether,
blinded by love.
Nice work. We feel the pain of this. Seems more about death than love, but that levers the poem’s power at the end, when the power of love that “hover(s) on the outskirts of breath” and the “silence of indifference” finally triumphs against all unfulfilling odds, even if blindly.