the eye of the storm

What could I possibly say?

words now seem hollow and I have none

Who would hear me

when theirs are the screams of an army

clamoring for air

The void is made of their cries

it swallows them whole

And we are losing the race

to the end of the tunnel

fires and floods swift on our tail

Who can remember the calm before

now, here in the eye of the storm

What music could drown

The vociferous sound

of blood in the streets

What art could be made

to bring back the failed

we were too late to save

What could I possibly say

and who would hear it