LISTEN

For the rush of water through pipes For the sounds of Saviour's screaming For the gentle touch of night It is a play toy for madmen With children's voices silenced Listen For a door silently closing A neighbor's defiant cry Or a baby weeping in the sullen darkness Listen For the unrung phone For spiders crawling Across yesterday's destiny For a drunkard's slurred voice When he falls Listen For the knocking of souls And the plaudits of martyrs Silenced