Orphaned Silent

You hear the words calling,

  but what if they stop

 

What if the voice changes

  to cold what was hot

 

And it’s not yours at all

  but a squatter that hides

 

D.N.A. of its own

  new agenda of lies

 

Those messages before,

  were they gifts or on loan

 

Is the feast yours to eat,

  will meat stay on the bone

 

Will the Muse be unfaithful,
is divorce in the wind

 

Leaving words then unnamed

  —orphaned silent within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2014)

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