Never Heard

Hush, they told you.
Children might be seen but never heard.
Forget those many moments of discordance.
Act as if you'd never known
the dissidence observed.
Amid the walls they built so tall.
Your mother and your father.
Your sisters and your brothers.

Don't put it into words lest phrases
come that would delete their truce,
in terms of solaced silence.
Learn to live it as if once removed.
Pretend, pretend - that in your heart
and of your soul - you weren't ever
moved to feel the pain. Feel the heat
of shame that rises in the stead of love.
The guilt inspired an altered wiring.

While currents, like electric sparks,
arise within the growing dark.
And inside-out and all around
the fears of old keep growing
in an echo that rebounds.
In images that must outlive themselves.
But still abide in dreams of fearsome depth.
Growing toward an unknown death
that time projects as eminently swift.

Religiously enduring like the politics
that always spurred them on.
A start that quickly reaches finish.
Charisma's light undone.
Shots fired at the ultimate
in innocence too shrewd
to be held real.
Worse than thieves,
these murderers of soul.

But hush, they told you.
Children might be seen but never heard.
Forget those many moments of discordance.
Act as if you'd never known
the dissidence observed.
Amid the walls they built so tall.
Your mother and your father.
Your sisters and your brothers.

Don't put it into words lest phrases
come that would delete their truce,
in terms of solaced silence.
Learn to live it as if once removed.
Pretend, pretend - that in your heart
and of your soul - you weren't ever
moved to feel the pain.
Act as if somehow you rose above.
When all along you lived it
and you live it still somehow -
just below the mask
you learned to wear...

? Michaelette ?

11/10/2004
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