We have so much in common, to name a few –
loud amplifiers and stuck fish bones in our throats.
We have no words left
We have hands cramped to express
our hearts bursting for actual spoken sounds
that are never formed.
Word after word
separated by spaces –
only we have wider and too much.
We can have a crash course on quietness
and end up as deaf-mutes
end up writing letters in dust,
like we used to do.