Sam Silva

 

A Symphony for the New World

 

 

Huge expressive violins

in symphonies of meat and work

and struggle

on the farm

or in the factory

 

made for the record player

to spin in sin

against tobacco smoke

perfuming night

 

while wrinkled newspapers

lie therein

in terrible centuries

born of expansive hope

and limitless neurosis

doubt has fueled.

 

Skyscrapers line the way

...spread thin

toward the suburbs

and their shopping malls

on walkways littered with plastic

aluminum or tin

 

...huge and dense banalities

...such symbols for the radio or TV

 

monstrously romantic

cheap and sentimental

 

and yet

the serious symphony still stands

as a poignant reminder

of our hollow grief

sent skyward

like a funnelling leaf...

 

 

Sam Silva © 2014