Roar.

Silence
What do I do?
I don't understand
bare down
bite the tongue
swallow the words
force the mouth
to close
the spies watch
from a crowded room
too bitter
to speak
perform the tasks
or suffer
the consequences
brutal hands
make men weep.

ape
often
the wind travels
back-before-again
to the start
of page one
of the prologue
the discussion
would have ended
there
in that brimey swamp
where all that breath
met their end
but
those that rise
caught glimpse
halt way sun

Sift
Come quietly
hold your head high
through the angry crowd
there is nothing here
but fear.

Alone
Black eyes
the whites lost
to starvation
and there
we
stand.

Vision
Keep your heart high
there are wolves.

The small percent
Pardon
those hungry
who stand
at the gates
with longing
in their eyes
we have
no food
that we want
to share.

Hearse
tired eyes
cry the cry
of the dead
and beat down their doors
with crystal panic.