Dark Water Passes,

horizon

and land.

Deafening

Silence.

Sleep those

that can —

slumbering

Twilight

discerning

Dawn

practicing

dialogue

in a foreign tongue.

So beautiful —

and forgotten.

1997

The last blow has reverberated, harming mostly the Muse

who vanished in a flutter…left behind dark water, sadness, and impotence.

The feeling of solitary confinement.

Something that folks want to read as a caption on a political cartoon,

and not as something that a prisoner endures.

A prisoner of rejection, of social injustice, stupidity –

gullible and inexperienced.

A flurry of breezes and laughter shrouded by Guards and Prosecutors.

Or, could they be injured as well?

Could the unresponsive passive-aggressive behavior

be their tears, their sorrow, and their muted dissent?

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