do you hear
do you hear at all, friends?
you do not
do you speak
do you speak at all, friends?
(for being deaf, you must be dumb)
do you hear
their wails
come forth
from bloodied frothing lips
their howls ripped with zest
from vibrant hurting hearts
and gifted to the full moon
for the pleasure of your station
you might see them
on tubes, nefarious liars as they are
thinking their pain attractive
their contrived allure enticing you
the danger of their lives
calling hither your pretentious sensibilities
but you see,
they suffer
the howling mass suffers
the children of the night
slaves of the moon
bound by the wants of your station
and the deafness, dumbness and silence it ensures