Monday, July 25, 2016

Silence is always late

breaks over my head when I wish it most but never arrives on time
it is late when I pour my milk on the cracking cereal
it leaves the door open when the cats screech
it doesn't justify itself once a tear starts falling
nor saves me the pitfalls of speech and breath
when I need it most, it evaporates like dew on sunshine
because words run faster than pausing to hear
what others say, what others do not
yet, it knows the way without me begging
This is the case of silence,
arrives shortly and stays for the longest time
like when someone presents me with a head
without a silver platter, a child is slaughtered to be presented
to God, somehow.

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