:: Poems for the Pendergasts: Silence ::
Demonstrating his skill
In dissecting
Obscene grin spreads
Getting the better of him, he laughs
Each little incision is eternity
No need to rush
Eternity is passing
Silence
Angels weep when he smiles
Loving the curve of his lips
Overjoyed at the statues movement
Yearning to see him smile again
Soon it is past
Into memory
Until he smiles again
Silence