A Plague of Silence

Credit: Jude Hindan

a flailing child

knows the gift of noise

when water

gobbles up his screams.

faith looses its grip; snagged on ropes of

            morality, and

God is known as

the face that always

                            turns away.

silence teaches this

child of Mangrove forests, how to

die like an African:

                           without a word.

show me the black lip

that flutters against the stab wounds

caressing its back,

and there’s his name on the

                       metal skin of a bullet,

                       written in calligraphy.

mother taught me how to

sew caution through the seams of

        my lips.

how to, quieten my thirst

for justice.

               to live with my teeth clenched,

to hoard discontent,

                                 to bear my hurts

                                 within my swollen belly,

stoically.

          now my hair turns grey, and

my skin twists on itself, teeth falling off; and

it is easy to note how

                                silence eats me up.


Jeremiah Christopher

is a poet, creative writer, spoken word artist, and art enthusiast. His poem “Sands” has been published in The Fiction Niche magazine, and he has been featured in two spoken word tracks, and also has a track to his name. He spends his free time writing, reading or playing the piano.

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