A Hollowing is one in a series of poems as part of the Repressionist Movement. The Repressionist’s, whose poetry seeks to encapsulate the mood and human experience of our day, were formed by Tina Twito, William S. Tribel and J L Carey Jr…
“Hug the ghosts of warmth around you”
- Thomas Wolfe
A Hollowing
Repressionist poem
There was an inaudible voice that spoke to you
Sotto Voce, its breath kissing you like autumn
Wind and the free-fall of a hundred blushing leaves
There was a rhythm to it, almost a cadence
As the crows nested and the decomposers worked
To empty out the moldering and brittle core
It murmured, haunting like a reoccurring dream
Where ink-black ants tunneled within a hollowing
And the diligent worms searched for what was missing
There was a voice, low, almost recognizable,
Rising from the earth, resonating from the roots
That furrowed like the tongues of innumerous dead
And you listened, stilled, your ear pressed tight to the ground,
To mother’s breast, her heart beating as the crows flew,
You understood that what had been missing… was you.
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