A Little Too Quiet

8 million monkeys

swung from 9 chandeliers

while a court-reporter’s fingers

burned with fury

trying to capture the dialogue

building to a cresendo

like some self-important

10 minute rock ballad

the drum fills grew more frequent

pulses quickened

amps went to 11

keys started flying

from the type-machine

the monkeys convulsed

in a violent dance

as glass rained down

then the lights went out

and it was quiet.

A match flared in the black

but the room was empty

nothing was left

except the remnants of a type-writer

monkey poo and broken glass

the match went out

and time went on

against a background

that left no contrast

to measure it by.

Tomorrow maybe an archaeologist will come

and collect samples with the aid of unattractive grad-students

the findings will likely be less than conclusive

but this will only stir up controversy

what books will come of it?

only time can tell.