Silence

The soft humming was me

The chair upstairs the chorister.

A heater creaks. Otherwise,

Silence.

Wait,

 

The possum’s shrill screech

Reverberates in the plants.

I’m tempted to go after it

Pleading helplessly, do your

Ruinations elsewhere.

 

Instead, I do nothing.

I hear a Gaza child

Screaming into the night

“I want my father, bring me

My father”(newspaper report

24th July 2014)

 

There is no truce.

 

Except maybe a moment

Snatched from fright,

I wish, of olive leaf

Of garden peace

Even of possum greed

Of silent thought

 

Of thought

in silence

Of silence

In all these warring

Lands. Once

Upon a time

 

 

 

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