We huddled in that transformed trailor,
Words warmed our lips
but my heart kept cold.

Questions were posed,
The issues were profound:
The Meaning of Life, the Purpose of Sorrow, etc.
but my mind stayed silent.

I became complacent in that place
Between question and answer
but a low grumble grew

It grew inside my chest, I tell you!
It fought to surpass the cage of my ribs
It cried out through my very flesh,
“The truth is quiet! The truth is quiet!”