Quiescence - Poem by Sean Godley
He makes quick moves to take his victim’s voice,
And often, too, their darting hands and eyes,
Among the minds he makes his silent choice;
And what once seemed alive then seams and dies.
Watch them close: the old, accustomed mates,
You’ll see him make his ruminating rounds,
Amidst the pouring drinks and quick debates,
Attentive ears and scraped-in gambler’s pounds,
Passing on perhaps between their breath,
Floating in between that like an air,
Debating, hovering, and then like death
Go creeping into one more closing lair.
Yet sometimes with him comes a distant smile;
The joy that silence holds death back a while.
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