I don’t hear voices in my head,
only the howling of gods and demons,
maybe murmuring nymphs and satyrs sometimes
and the distant throb of drums.
But it’s the silence I fear the most,
when no one answers.
Especially the ones I loved
so deeply.
I need to hear their voices
so I can honor them and hug them
and laugh with them
again.

Mike T Minehan