If I am silent it is because
the world has become too noisy
even for a loving memory to exist
because we are takers
again and again
innovators of our own extinction
forgetting to hold onto things,
the ease of language suddenly a war of mandibles
losing entire libraries of blood and bone
without ever opening their doors
If I am silent it is because
it is an attempt to reconnect with memories to hear them
to wait in the wind
for trees my grandmother leaned on
to tell me everything she whispered
while she watched one world fade
as another rolled in
a cacophony of counterfeits
announcing the end
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