Sunday, October 28, 2012

Inaudible


Use your words, I tell him
but he refuses,
stubborn as granite under a
sledgehammer.

His silence is more disturbing
than his commands,
then the thunderclap of the spanking
after the lightning strike of the paddle.

But this silence
is a funeral dirge
and the coffin is soon covered
in dirt.
He even brought flowers
to pretty up the gravestone. 

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