Orphaned Silent

You hear the words calling, but what if they stop What if the voice changes to cold what was hot And it’s not yours at all but a squatter that hides D.N.A. of its own new agenda of lies Those messages before, were they gifts or on loan Is the feast yours to eat, will meat stay on the bone Will the Muse be unfaithful, is divorce in the wind Leaving words then unnamed —orphaned silent within (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)