Mute

so much more of what is not said
than the minute discourse of the moment
a cliché perhaps but silence is enough
not everything needs explanation
acceptance is not acquiescence
with horror words become screams
ineffable growls like dry machines
crushing gears into gears inarticulate
when my father died I cried daddy
over and over into his dead eyes
after mom died her mouth hung
open as if lost in thought empty
love requires no words only presence
like the moon hanging silent in the stars
(December 2012)

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