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The Secrets of the World are Wrapped in Silence (#10-Father)


I am still haunted
When god rent the temple curtain
And my father’s silence crashed into my world,
Rupturing a heart still carrying his blood
Silence engulfing my soul.

I held his limp, stained hand
Hands once carpenter strong,
Withered flower,
Heart hushed,
Stilled by skeleton fingers
That hadn’t smoldered in the ashtray for decades,
Silent assassins,
Ninjas hacking with shiny katanas at pink tissue
Poison cancer invading lungs.

I watched his last breath escape,
Final exhalation
Falling forever into eternal silence.

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