Silence
One heart beats,
To the clicking of the clock,
To the clicking of,
The trigger before the silence falls,
Like drops of ice-cold blood prickling the air,
Still waiting for an answer.
One heart beats,
Louder than the screeching crunch,
Of broken-glass windows,
That cut open past sores,
Of Dallas, of Orlando, of San Bernardino,
Of those ripped into the sombering
dreams of
a forgone future.
One heart beats,
Despite the panic that seeps,
Into the ground, like brittle rivers of blood,
Roaring;
One heart beats,
Against the emptiness that crushes,
The world into the pressing question of blame,
Haunting;
One heart beats,
While others falter,
Lost in the terror of boxed-up corners,
Restraining;
One heart beats,
But it is not ours,
for silence falls,
when the world forgets,
to speak