Noisy
Noisy-
Are the cicadas.
Noisy-
Are the constructions.
Noisy-
Are the bombs,
Jets,
Wars.
Noisy-
Are the heads.
Noisy-
Are the broken hearts.
Silent
Is the tear,
Death,
It’s War.
10.2.16
Peyman
Washington D.C.
Poems for those of you I have had the joy and privilege to sit with and for those of you who I hope to sit with someday.