J. Wilson Tyree
If you listen closely you can hear them,
Tiny voices stirring from the depths of despair
Echoes melting from beneath the Earth,
Slowly fading, painfully into thin air.
And we drift along without knowing,
The rhythmic chant they all but sing
Wrapped as one in tedious tidings,
Disguising the abject horror they bring.
But sadly now she rests with them,
Underneath the transparent divide
Joining together in seeking a friend,
Yet, eternally trapped inside.
"Soft Voices" Copyright © 1999 J. Wilson Tyree. All rights
reserved. Published by permission of the author.
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