Silence Poem by Warren Augustus de Guzman

A violent whisper
Resounding in the tin cup
Attached to the side of her head
Brought home the message clear.

Tonight was going to be one of those nights.
Where blatant anger and hatred
Would be expressed in the softest possible way
It is this kind of fighting you should fear.

Another few seconds of this
And the air would be replaced by rage
Thick enough to cut with a knife
Sharp enough for you to feel but not to hear.

The chord of correspondence
Still functioning fully
Delivers each hateful thought
Without a single vibration to her ear.

The message was loud and clear,
The kind of message you fear,
A message you cannot hear,
With the use of your ear.