subtext

the last consonant crisp echoless

as if a rock dropped down a well

clacked once against stone walls

then arced into black silence

empty you suggest and I see

but that answer does not seem

sufficient enough to satisfy

so I stare down the well waiting

there must be something there

deep within the earth’s crust

yet the dark silence dissolves

any hope clinging to the night

the words do not matter now or then

what was heard what was said vanish