The Sound of Discourse
January 31, 2007 at 8:53 pm (Poetry)
Voices can be heard
Like the rumble of the train -
Lively, loud, in conversation.
But with barely a word,
The sound subsides
Until only the hissing can be heard.
And finally, it, too, dies.
No more discourse.
Learning stays within the box,
That which is in the agenda
Or on the track
Of the one for whom
The taking of the post
Was in the hopes
Of making a difference.
Instead, it was a hindrance.
A hindrance to whom the voices belonged,
To discourse,
And to freedom of thought.
