Silence

Silence is welcomed on restless nights
when it feels like all my limbs have low level
electricity running through them
which threatens to light the whole night with
sharp, neon dreams

Silence is welcomed when we have
both lost our breath and forget
why we were mad or
wonder how we let it get
this far

Silence is welcomed under
bath water when a long
day seems it won't end
and my mind needs to be
slowed by underwater undulations

But, now
and here,
While we breathlessly
watch bombing set off
a thousand screams
cruel fire crackers
ignite the hot earth
smoke, black, mess
of anger burning its
message into the limbs
of women
and children
the last thing we need
is silence.