When someone else
can say something better
best let them. Those that eat
are no less than those who
spit it out.
In a corner of an empty
room a man listens, his ear
recognizes the beauty of silence,
the lips of a woman moving
soundless or the slow song
of shadows and hearts.
And darkness, its throat-less promises:
I will not deceive you. I will not
abandon you. The man in his corner
smiles... his tongue cut out.
Less clearly, from a distance came
the small white ears of light
that hear everything-
a child crying, an argument
between lovers, a woman falling down,
a man setting his body on fire.
