Weightless Noises

Wounded, we feel witnessed
by time-by 200 years of war,
a theater of bitter clouds and 
the breeze rippling the surface. 

When we glint at the sun, 
we sail through the carnage. 

That electrical charge. That
slanderous appetite of a morning’s
uncertain future. 

When we glint, we are back in time.
The sound of piercing skin, 
thunder and other weightless noises.

George Cassidy Payne is a poet from Rochester, NY. His work has been included in such publications as the Hazmat Review, Moria Poetry Journal, Chronogram Journal, Ampersand Literary Review, the Angle at St. John Fisher College, and 3:16 Journal. George’s blogs, essays and letters have appeared in the USA Today, Wall Street Journal, the Atlantic, the Havana Times, the South China Morning Post, the Buffalo News, and more. 

See all his poems on Tea House here.

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