Silence weighs so heavy
Like a conscience
Like a hunger
Like a baby
Vacuous and greedy
Devouring and needy
And totally insatiable

I could talk of death here
But why lighten the mood
For silence is a serious thing
A damning thing
Immaculate
Incapable of compromise
And unforgiving

No movement is possible
For silence is
As solid as space
A rare and terrible concept
And this perfection
Is unutterably arid

Only time is worse