Speak up: Our Inabilities II


Speak up: Our Inabilities II

The plant on the side of the street

is dying, but it can’t cry.

A sheet of dust covers the green.

A woman slams the door

and buries herself in a coffin,

that her husband calls a bed.

An innocent prisoner reads

his story in the newspaper,

and confesses to the crime.

The rooftop leaks

in the old man’s house

stealing his sleep, sinking his mind.

A lover weeps

Near his wife’s body

but she can’t hear him anymore.

She asked him yesterday

how many sugars he wants with his tea,

“Two,” he wanted to say.

But, she doesn’t hear him anymore.

A mute weeps – he wants a voice

You & I snivel

for our inability to speak

has become our handicap.


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