Silence Issues
the trees now lay
deluded in their thrall,
in the blood and chaos
of a blackened corpse
after reading the ashes
on the ground
they offered nothing
but spirals of smoke
the dog has been
long buried
the leash and collar,
rust in the dirt
as soil encrusts it
in our anguish
glass shards
of a glittering face
scattered
with the four winds,
and nary a whisper
the silence of heaven
and depth of hell,
now cast no reflection
the mirrors are silent
and without a ripple
I issue invitation,
as quiet finds me
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