Poem by George Theoharis
LISTEN TO SILENCE
For John Patilis
When I die
remember
when you go to sleep at night
the eyes that saw you and believed you.
Recall the eyes
that brought your truth to the lips
like the pine needles
draw the blood of your arm.
When I die
listen to the steps that muddied
your door step in those desperate days.
Listen to the steps which
brought the fresh dream
in your good soul.
When I die
listen to the silence of sounds
among the people’s chatter.
Listen to them
they’re my body’s orphan words
that travel in time.
Silence is the words of all who didn’t speak
not because they didn’t want
but because their tongue was a treeline among which nightingales always sang.
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