Whaleback City Press (in press)
Two’s company. Three is civil unrest.
We have proof. We have figures.
Stay calm. Do not attempt to run.
Papers must be shown on request,
and if you cannot feel the trigger
perhaps it is we who hold the gun.
I spent my life looking
for a way up, lurking
in damp lobbies, daring
myself to climb, fearing
footsteps, the echoing
voices of those going
in faith, each landing
a beginning, an ending.
Don’t speak; there is so much to say
that would only make things worse.
Because we have something to say
does not mean it should be heard,
and if I cannot make sense of silence
how will I make sense of words?
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