911 Poem by Noel Sevilla

911



Like a leech silence has sucked
all the noises of the night.
A dog does not bark
when he sees a thief
running on the street.
Nobody hears the screams
of a woman being hit
by his drunk husband.
Guilt is absent from nightmares
but when silence
returns to convents
and builds a bridge
between mystics and God,
911 does not stop from ringing,
all day long.

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