The Silence

Nothing of Nothing–

the wolf licks his snout

blood, smeared, too thick to sing

behind the silence–mortal grout–

in dens where flesh might reign as king

of peace, a child, too fresh to pout

silent as the rain spring brings.


7 thoughts on “The Silence

  1. There is an expectant dark that comes from this opening, yet even it the brevity of the write it hits you at a deeper level than one might think. I have to just keep reading over this…love it my friend. Send love and peace ~ Rose

  2. Took me to all this talk of child sex slaves. Silence within, innocence vanished, wolves (and monsters of other kinds as well) at the door. Dark and foreboding metaphor – it can be enlarged to a political evil as well where we the innocent can be used and discarded. Exceptional piece in such brevity, my friend.

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