Wednesday, 13 December 2017

Sound and Silence

He was unwantedly

in his impetuous prolix


Could bend even

  the most patient

  sturdy ear to

the breaking point

with his crooked

                     rivers of words.

Did the President really just tweet

    That the FBI’s reputation is

In tatters,

That the FBI’s reputation

   is the worst in history?

As they close in on him.

I wish, instead,

That he’d strode confidently

  into a garden

                           of roses

Winked on top of a dry

        wry smile,

Opened his mouth, and said

   nothing at all---like a stone---

As inquisitive listening flies gathered

      in his suddenly silent mouth

   While fluttering flocking pigeons


on suddenly scarecrow arms.

As squirrels around the man’s

     stone cold feet

squirreled away

  just enough acorns

for a suddenly warmer winter

While the felicitous sun

     rose and set every day

After day

After day

After day.

And the man never spoke again.

© Gil Hoy

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Gil Hoy is a Boston poet and trial lawyer who is studying poetry at Boston University through its Evergreen program. Hoy’s poetry has appeared, most recently, in Ariel Chart, Poetry24, Social Justice Poetry, The Penmen Review, Right Hand Pointing/One Sentence Poems, The New Verse News and Clark Street Review.