the bigness of cannon
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
i have seen
the night utter ripe unspeaking girls.
[because e.e.cummings always has something to fit my mood]