Not A Word Is Spoken
By Ralph G. Lam 2002 ©2002 R.Lam

Deepened sockets hold their cargo.
Whitened knuckles crackle
Pierce the silence one more time
Spittle turns to spackle.

Creeps up nervous spinal cord.
Sits a chair is broken
Silent; enters; eyes askew.
Not a word is spoken.

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