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Vast silence
(with a nod to Ted Chiang)
A people conquered, stripped
of land, children, homes. Captives
for life. Language forbidden —
pleas for food, blanket, drink
permitted only by sign, wave,
blink. With the last elder’s death,
vanished, stories, songs, poems.
Gone, every dance, painting, play.
At the end, only vast silence.
On cell wall, a farewell, scratched
in English, the lettering, crude —
you be good we forgive you
(published by Clover, A Literary Rag) |
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Sprague area Wash sunrise
copyrighted Pilgrim photo
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