silence mustn’t be

like a swarm of noise, a mouth, it moves
on a biped frame, in polished shoes .

across space and time, it spews these sounds
in tuxedos suits or in silken gowns .

it bares its teeth and squaks quite loudly
flaunting ties and bows pretty proudly .

the noise, the sounds, the squaks the same
taught to speak, and no refrain .

most mouths move and spew that way
few do manage a thing to say .

boisterous mouths, the incessant babels,
alternatively, perhaps, society just unravels .

[audio:http://www.andrewdanderson.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/silencemustnt.mp3|titles=silencemustnt]

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