Silence the thought.

The thought is silence.

When I make something out of nothing,

upon silence I am intruding

I must keep still.

Like rioters against water cannons.

I must stand my ground.

Like a tree against a chainsaw.

In between the curses

and the slanders,

I pay my mercy in silence.

I let go in silence.

My days of grief will be lived out

in silence.

When they come to draw blood,

it is silence I shall call upon.

And silence will answer

with silence.

Silence the thought.

The thought is silence.

2009