“I do not hear the scream, […] I am the scream. “ 
—  Edmond Jabès, From the Book to the Book

 

If I scream,

No one can hear

Over the clamor.

 

So, I whisper here

To pierce the fray,

Which fades to fire—

 

A burning to sear

The air free

For us to breathe.

 

Our throats gasp

The flames like water

Without redemption,

 

Except as syllables

To parse truth from lies.

 

(November 26, 2017)