Amongst the Talkers

by flammeusgladius

Amongst the Talkers

In endless words they wrap their emptiness,
Dreading the weight of silence and reflection.
Of all their sentences they make a mess—
But they are sure they’ve shaped some fine perfection.
They will not change their talkative direction,
No matter what the portents or the signs.
Their discourse stumbles, section after section,
Into a yawning space that’s not the mind’s.
Still, you must learn to read between the lines
That have not been and won’t be written down.
You must deduce intelligent designs
And not the comic actions of a clown.
Most of all, ears, you must not tune them out.
You must not risk their most insistent shout.

–Tom Riley

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