Poem-A-Day: Day 164

Silence of the Lambs

Silence,
wicked
like burning in eardrum machines
pounding out the same repetitive beat:

"You are
but can't be
not
no
yes
you are"

Listening,
wickedly
to the silence burning holistic medicine
into gray matter, nothing matters:

"I am
but not being
not
no
yes
I am"

Hearing,
hurdling
far past and among the silent beckon
of waste that has become the landscape:

"My brand
but not me
not
no
yes
My lamb"