Unspeakable

let's speak of the unspeakable the horrid, heartless, maybe headless tale let's speak of small children, gaunt with indifference, both of and for the sunken eyes, the distended belly the insects hovering about...waiting let's speak of hospital corridors hushed conversations with green-scrubbed doctors and nurses, the welling of tears unready to find peace in the parting let's speak of nighttime raids under star-filled skies, the flash of tracers and night goggles with green eyes and anguished old mothers seeing young men with sandals and Kalashnikovs let us speak of morning mothers calling children to breakfast seen hanging around closet hooks from taunting things they could not stand and family forced questions of why let's speak of dear souls we would do anything for but are unable as they refuse their meds and talk to the un-seeable and listen to what the voices tell them to do let us speak of shiny nights on florescent streets with young women the richly dark men, lady killers, driven telling them to climb on in she's a lot like the daughter let's speak of visits from the local police or sheriff, equally bereft, the color-guard to softly express their deep regret as we crumple on the porch step let us speak of paneled rooms with mahogany meeting tables and white-papers recommending divestiture of expendables who are actually people, with lives let's speak of our own fears that we hold each to heart well closeted and cloistered maybe even from ourselves let's shine some light to banish shadow let us speak of the unspeakable and thereby remove its interdiction take its power, and throw it in the air to the wind, to be blown free, free of fear, the anguish of unsaid...said. © Goode Guy 2011-08-18