old people talk staring out windows…
trees talk shedding leaves,
empty buildings talk to ghosts;
dead bones talk to the wind…
the wind talks those who mourn.
the hungry talk to their oppressors,
the prisoner talks to the walls.
the desperate talk to the noose,
lovers talk with simple touch.
soldiers talk to their fears,
the unborn talk to our decisions.
the moon talks to the night,
and the night talks to the dawn.
the soul of man talks,
and calls it god.
the conscience talks to the heart.
death talks to the living….
who listens?
who really hears?

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