Wander Disturbed

"Therefore the prudent will keep silent in such a time;
    for it is an evil time." - The Prophet Amos
Not a peep.
Not a whisper.
Not even a glance over the shoulder
that says, "I know something.  Ask Me."
Words will wander, unspoken,
persistently maunder, untold,
swirled like dust balls under the sofa
where one step too close
moves the air which stirs the word
and the cadence is disarranged
and a mouth opens to speak,
for disturbed roars.

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