And Then The Voice Came Out Poem by Winston T. Gylles

Some heard the sibilant siffling of Cerces' hordes
Some heard the oration of a great states person
To others the sounds resembled the squabbling of high flying geese
Or a yard full of primary school children
A monotonous drone buzzed in some ears
While the in-crowd claimed to have witnessed
The auditory incantations of a collapsing wizard
As yet others grooved on the suspended Om
Of an old Om Mane Padme hummer

Was it not Swami Satchitananda-ji who said,
Way back in '72: In every home there is an OM
His Om lasting a full half-hour - for effect
And the crowd totally blissed out on the vibe, man

To the fringe element, hallucinatory displacements of air waves
Yielded harmonics akin to the World beat

Of course there were those who heard speak
The devil incarnate
Heard screech horrid witches around a steaming cauldron
Heard babble satanic underlings
Heard ad men bellowing Free, free, free
Life refurbished while you rush about senselessly

And of course, according to recorded audio-visual evidence
The words actual spoken were at best ambiguous
Truth or lies be told the actual expression was:
'The day is long and no surprise'