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.