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Silences

(haiku sequence)


i.


When the anvil’s clang

expires, water quenches the

beaten shape of silence.


ii.


No silence is empty;

it coils the expectant spring

of potential.


Soundless is the spark

of the tongue that precedes

the chill of the fang.


iii.


A wise mother knows

when her child is too quiet

and into mischief.


Her nimbus brooding

warns her hapless husband

of a coming storm.


If words bear the weight

of armour, the actor’s pause

is the sword’s thrust.


A wakeful soldier

hears the quiet, awaits the screams

from beyond the Styx