Types of Terror

Bulletins

We watch and hear

Colored in a single hue

Like utterances

Hailing from splits

Of a single mouth

Housed in different faces.

These bulletins

From boxes we home

Paint in their minds

Single-colored images

Of a realm

Rife with cataclysms

Those who abide

Far from search engines.

There's a type

Of terror

The voices from these boxes

Amplify, like voltage

In a transformer–

The type that demolishes

Structures and throbs.

These voices,

So deafening,

Devoir

Those of theirs.

They air

What they do

And never do they

What they wallow in.

Never aired

Is a sort of terror

That fractures

Backbones of society

Rendering them beggars

Of what they shelf.

Never streamed

Are images in motion

Of those in possession

Of flaring tongues

That blast down

Self-esteem and progress

In fellow souls.

This type of terror

Leaves in them

Souls in ruins.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.

(Voyager of Words)

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