Sam Silva


A Symphony for the New World



Huge expressive violins

in symphonies of meat and work

and struggle

on the farm

or in the factory


made for the record player

to spin in sin

against tobacco smoke

perfuming night


while wrinkled newspapers

lie therein

in terrible centuries

born of expansive hope

and limitless neurosis

doubt has fueled.


Skyscrapers line the way

...spread thin

toward the suburbs

and their shopping malls

on walkways littered with plastic

aluminum or tin


...huge and dense banalities

...such symbols for the radio or TV


monstrously romantic

cheap and sentimental


and yet

the serious symphony still stands

as a poignant reminder

of our hollow grief

sent skyward

like a funnelling leaf...



Sam Silva © 2014