this deafening silence
speaks volumes; by its very absence
of speech lost; nowhere to be found
zero tolerance; even for smoking sound

it creeps instead
for fear of waking the dead
holding its breath
like a worm buried in soft earth

an army of creepers
scattered here and there; in huge numbers
united in movement; by their feelers

raise a tremor; quake of a kind
stirring heart and mind
a vibration that blinks; even the eyes of the blind

in this muted place; called Eritrea
a land of fear; of dead ends and dead media

Gabriel Guangul
16 September 2012

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