Safe & Sound Poem by Marcel Aouizerate

Oh, listen up to the sick silence of four,
Perfect square of husbands and wives,
Strolling around the mall on a black friday.

And listen up to the safe silence of three,
A smile and a sulk, would it be,
A smile and a slave, would it be,

Oh listen up to the sick silence of two,
Splinters of pianos, hands with wine bottles.
She's kink, he's roar, she's smirk, he is sieve.

Then listen up to the safe silence of one,
And the sick song of safe cracker clicks,
A loot like you've been on your own, and
Safe enough for a lifetime.