

Silent People, Silent Letters Numb to the dumb thumb wars we fought as kidsSilent People, Silent Letters by *DefinitiveContent
- Knotted heads & clinched fists
I read psalms and build bombs
On an island I sit -
A foreigner alone
I sign my name in sand and whistle at poems;
Written and known
A pseudonym of sorts to soften
The columns at the tomb of knowledge
Whose doors are blown open - yawning
....
Crumbs caught falling from the buffet
Remind me of autumn days
And the solemn way she shows her face
Months she takes to answer -
A little ballet dancer;
Rhythm and Rhyme
Asked when where and why
And got taught half-truths -
Lambs led to slaughter
They whisper at the alter
White knights kneel
To fall on sw