The Racket

In the assembly hall their racket has,
Jonas thinks, the quality of something
much more important than noise alone.
When we began, he thinks, before even
there were people, there was a racket—
things crashing together, worlds dissolving
and stars exploding—there was love,
the thing that unifies our crying aloud,
someone watching—the racket was
another way to say, “we’re here,
and as long as we speak, crash,
rattle and roar, we will be, will be,
will be.”



Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can read it here for free, or get it for your e-reader on iBooks, Amazon or Kobo. Or you can just say you read the book, and donate five bucks down below. Go on.

Gabriel Muoio


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