We end our long silence
with the
ringing of the bells
while
watching the gentle
footprints
left on the stairs;
we tease
away our salvation
in row after
row of rational
thoughts as
though we were
field hands
planting crops
for the
master of the house;
we slide
through back doors
of houses
not our own, testing
the patience
of neighbors while
sampling
what they feed their
families, as
if our opinions
were
sanctioned at the entrance
of our elite
gated communities;
we end our
long silence
with the
tolling of the bells
that ring
silent most of the time,
since our
political tongues
have been
removed by the
unpopular,
popular vote.
27Nov12
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