Silence

Silence is The silent yet lousily kneading minds To the quiescent stormy thought Silent, yet choruses noiselessly on callused hands Amen on the lips of pagan, frightened fingers at the feet of the tyrant Silence speaks The noiseful nudge, Grenades in the grin of errant unworthy fathers What silence says is loud Across the disappearing lawns of life Mangled by few wayward clones I hear from the distance The laughter of once somnolent silence as the land is baked stiff by brigands Silence eternally shall crown their lust In the abyss of thunderous lashes