Dum Tacet Clamat

Words etched in the eyes
of the restless souls, so painfully awoken
a glaring image crawling through their minds
to each one's own; a horrendous display
Though blind, he sees

The tombstones now guarded
by agonizing screams, now casually forgotten
with silenced sighs of comfort
now reminders created by transparent mournful words
Though indifferent, he hears

Empty corridors once only occupied by
a poignant scent of those left behind
though completely surrounded by the brokenhearted
an empty child is left to die in virtual solitary
Though absent, he waits

A deafening noise strikes the ears
of the hopelessly despondent, now sunk to their knees
words placed so delicate
in disturbing auspicious memories
tears through their lacerated hearts
with the final words to relieve them of torment
muted among the ears of the wicked
Though silent, He speaks