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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

YDP03: silence

In the beginning, silence was agreement
synthetic and cautious
but I found it a child's strategy
soon abandoned in the sandbox

For a time, silence was home
speechless and comforted
but deception of that magnitude presupposes
levels of character that few can profess

Then, silence was necessary
spacious and compulsory
but energy cannot come from a void
and the jackhammer eventually wound its way through

Briefly, silence was punishment
servile and criminal
thought of as the cowards' way
but even easy outs will end the inning

Now, silence is a struggle
stilted and confounded
fought in the loser's bracket
by those unaware of its ending

Surely even this
will someday prove amiss