Hush

Words atrophy and crumble,

in my mouth, dust-dry sentences

trip and stumble.

Sun-shy thoughts are clay,

for the humble.

The verbose, are mighty Gods.

Although my words are barely heard,

Amongst the mix of the lowing herd,

I will never shout.

For those loud in hubris,

Shame on you.

Whispered words,

Will knock you out.