Silence Too Sick For Stillness

small tiny hands limp, the molded crust of your bread falls to the floor.... never reaching the lips the buddha-man on fire never cried out.... they beat out the flames with rifle butts.... pills ground and snorted, the furnace goes out, lights flicker and fade, life seeps down the drain. the young girl pounded like a piece of leather, cries without tears, choking on the air.... the gun held in the hand falls to the ground, no one hears the sound, no one says a prayer. eyes that dont see, ears that dont hear.... silence too sick for stillness, graves unmarked and forgotten!