They answer like dead men
A sound silent as a thought
words still as those graven
and uttered like mute birds caught
perilous the journey through synapses
binding wings and tongues confined
unuttered lights high in barren copses
guide to truth the deaf and blind
specters of unanswered prayers
searing darkness stirs the voice to sight
angel’s wings unused turn grayer
lightning’s torch chases spirits to flight
awake! arise! deadened senses revive
snatched from the gates of hell
draw out of the pit where silences thrive
unsound the mumming knell
resuscitating tongues untied
cataracts of fire refined