Thursday, October 14, 2021

Sometimes the silence is darkness of sound

There, hidden from view, kept in the chamber
So far beneath the surface, told to keep silent
Holding views thought to be filled with danger
A prisoner who if freed would lead to violence
Over time, he decayed, and was to be forgotten
Forsaken by his keepers, he eventually faded
He was mutant born, child of rape, misbegotten
No sustenance, he died after his flesh was tainted
His corpse discovered long after his being passed