TRAVELING AT THE SPEED OF SOUND / by Joseph Castorino

 

Back in the day, people would quietly chat by the fire,

Or maybe silently read and learn, like a monastic friar,

Of tranquility's beauteous bliss we would never tire.

 

ButNowThereIsNoiseNoiseNoiseBombardingOurEars,

HonkingHornsScreamingSirensAndSnaggletoothedJeers,

TalkingHeadsBoisterouslyBabbleAndTrebleOurFearsAnd