Speak of the Shadows

There are whispers

When you turn corners

Don’t speak of an assault from yesterday

Incomplete assassinations are inadequate

Poor judgement and poor timing

No printed names in tomorrow’s paper

Don’t speak of that hidden space

Between her inner limbs

Just under the edge

Such a dark corner

Don’t speak of secluded cabinets

Filled with curious collections

Passionate about someone else’s skin

Just out of an upstate penitentiary 

An interlude of romance

I love her 

She heals my forever scars

Let’s me say no farewells

Introduces me to the wisdom of the moon

The illumination of the sun

Don’t wish you didn’t witness

Take an endless breath

Cut out their hearts

Plant their thumbs in terracotta pots

Don’t listen to secrets untold

Put your ear to the floor

Hear footsteps of the unknown

Drop a coin down the wishing well

Don’t turn back to history’s faults

Grow out of insufferable danger

Concentrate on camps for children

Find an escape route across vast seas

In our justice

There is silence

In the greatest violence 

© 2025 David Greg Harth

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