Whispers

There are whispers in the silence

Following your steps and they are obscured

From your ears with nothing to be told by lips.

In silence, they float on the streets

Looking straight in your rimmed eyes.

They’ll soon wash you away from their shores.

Do you remember when the people sang

About the drought and the famine only to hear

Their own echoes pitched in confused tones?

Yesterday, circles of sound filled the alleys
And nothing is heard except the feather that hit the floor.
Peoples’ tears are embedded inside their screaming heads.

Did you hear the final pin drop?
It’s no more a lost echo carried in night sweats
Their forgotten whispers will tell tales of their chilled souls. 

The people kept looking at each other

And they let their eyes whisper the secrets.

The hands around your throat are your own.