Perfect Silence
The monstrosity
Of man made machines
Violates a perfect
Silence .
Nature is spoiled .
Peace disconnected .
The servants must
have their masters
and The Masters must have
their due.
The time is made for killing
and kill is
what we do .
There’s no time left
to hear our breathing
or feel souls intact
and made whole .
No time left
for given mercies .
It’s the taking that we
must do.
And so our meditations
are flat
our hearts still and frozen ,
turning shades of blue .
We all simply
must continue
and do
what we must do
We prey
for the perfect silence
of simple aggregates ,
to come once again :
Those that we gather
all on our own alone
stone by single stone
and those gathered together
that are thrown
upon us both
by handful
and by a final spade .
Thus is the silence made .
PWChaltas 
Your poetry is lovely,
Who do you consider influences? Or what other poetry do you recommend or read?
Thank you for yours!
Thank you so much for the wonderful complement . My favorites are Leonard Cohen , Sylvia Plath Maya Angelou, E.L.Pound, TS Eliot, Rumi , Federico Garcia Lorca , & the grittier (but sensitive), Charles Bukowski , & Irving Layton