Poems for Brigid
Thursday, February 2nd, 2006The City of Silence
by William Matthews
As far as a sound wave rings out
before it’s heard,
that’s where the city limits are.
I keep the place clean.
Anything you worship
will let you be its priest.
If I open my mouth
a word falls in.
Gods avoid their shrines.
The streets are paved with streets.
Sleep is my radio and all
its news is true.
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