Stillness And Other Forgotten Sounds*
Speak for the angry angles
that blind us; those slap-your-mouth
corners taken in silence.
A catchy path of lost sounds to
defeat by stone and steel. Blacker
alleys that best us everyday; calling
us mother, father, child and gone.
Never the silence of the idyll
or pasture. The loud silence of a river.
There are ears that are tombs.
Deaths that would echo
except for the too close walls.
They choose us either way,
by whisper or scream. Voice
the leaves that fall unheard
and forgive the tree
for always letting go.
*Previously featured in Triplopia