April 14, 2005

The Untold

If you had the chance to hear them
Them the kind of words that change
five minutes before
being one way
five minutes after
being not that way anymore,
would you want
to hear them?

these are the tales
of generations
graves opening like mouths
finger against lips
A shhhh or a scream?

Hush little baby don't say a word
The untelling is its own sickness
a cancer unhealed.

Do I really want to know?