Mum’s the Word

Mum’s the word...

...There will be no quiet riot...

Only silence...

...No

Hide your tongue,

Return to

anything that would

Drive out

All the questions

From without

Which plagued your senses

In the rain...

Turn it on...fast!

defiance

In this town that

Draws it’s shutters

When the ignorance

Slides in,

Serving to dispense with

Odd.

Turning off...

At attention,

Turn and cough,

As the radio describes

What has been

Recognized

As real.

God,

Or Not

But are we flesh-?...

Come to nothing

Do we feel?...

Is there not more

Then this script?...

like Families damned, and

Now

As fuzzy strangers...

...When we try to strain

Our un-hitched eyes

There’s only what has

Been...

Every fading alteration

Has moved on,

And left the

perscribed station...

...That is why we

Must think...

Hold ignore

what’s

Crucial in our grasp...

Know what’s truthful

At our core,

And when it clashes

Not

All of it’s deviant delights

That add such substance

To our night.

©

2019

Bunny Villaire