Impossible Silence

The lips don’t move, crisis stuns

The crows caw, but no one hears

Night falls, leaden moon

Shadows crawl with gritted teeth

across the years of misery

In pockets of clouds

Phantasmagoric light shines

Fireflies flutter

She makes her way into night

The sounds of her steps, a stutter

Night fades into sunrise

with a whisper barely heard above

the rustle of the wind-tossed leaves

Coffins close, crypts are sealed

Unlucky turn to smoldering ash

a broken rengay written with Barbara Leonhard and Melissa Lemay

published in Hotel Masticadores