My Hands Are Trained To Make The Silence Of Those Coffins.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am attuned to
silence
i was brought up
in the world
of noise and
confusion

and daily oppression
where sometimes
i think
love is an illusion

please
do not provoke me
into words
i am restrained
to this world that
i have grown

do not challenge
me to say
the words of hatred
and humiliation
for i do not have
them

but soon if ever
having learned from you
i may learn to
hurl the stones that
David once hurled
to a Goliath


my hands are trained
to make the
silence of those
coffins....