When a back is turned
A person disappears
Out of view of no
Concern
So easy so
Beautiful in its simple
Resolution
Even the screams, anger and pain
Fade in a distance far behind
An echo thrown against a wall
Like a ventriloquist's dummy
With no real voice.
~ Laurence Overmire
(Previously published in Terra Incognita: Oregon Poets Write for Ecological, Social, Political and Economic Justice, Bob Hill Publishing, LLC,2019)
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