Era of the Silent Song by Andre F. Peltier

On the post-Anthropocene
wasteland lunch-carts,
we find a menu to die for.
They careen over forgotten
sunshine highways
bringing tacos, milkshakes,
onion rings, falafel
to the people in the ditches
of moonrise avenue wisdom.
Those walkers wait with thumb
to the majesty of purple skies,
pack and bag strung on
their shoulders;
they wait for the end of tomorrow.
And when night falls with
the weight of an anvil
with the weight of a fourth story piano
dangling, dangling
above Spanish Harlem,
above Cass Corridor steam,
the guttermen wander back
to the shadows
and hide from the post-
Anthropocene coyotes, condors,
and jack rabbis.
The age of man expiated
the age of man.
The age of the scavenger awaits
in the shadows.
The time of snow-blind
taco-trucks.
The era of the silent-
song.
Andre F. Peltier is a Lecturer III at Eastern Michigan University in Yp[silanti, MI where he lives with his family. His poetry has been published in Big Whoopie Deal, Tofu Ink, and Fahmidan and is forthcoming from various journals. In his free time, he obsesses about comics and soccer.
@aandrefpeltier