Thursday, July 17, 2014

Empty room

Phone rings in the empty room
Faraway ground shudders
Unanswered hand, unspoken words.

Silence hangs still
Becomes a body bag
Later, a shroud.

Over the dead, grow
the trees of geneology.
One branch here too short.

And for years that come
An uncrossable
bridge of silence.

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