I

the bigness of cannon
is skillful,

but i have seen
death’s clever enormous voice
which hides in a fragility
of poppies… .

i say that sometimes
on these long talkative animals
are laid fists of huger silence.

I have seen all the silence
filled with vivid noiseless boys

at Roupy
i have seen
between barrages,

the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.

[because e.e.cummings always has something to fit my mood]