words breathing on the page,

taking center stage,

light as air -

yet see there,

how there is no change,

the world blind

to silent words.

listen closely,

to the screams!

passionate cries

as their hearts die

throats reverberating

with the sound of rage,

wind ripping every page.

see how we listen?

harken to sound?

stop up the ink,

stuff pages into cabinets,

take a breath.

and let not the learned,

the taught schoolchild,

be your voice.

heart in throat,

let passion denote

every syllable,

every sound.

every corner of -

not the pages -

the world.