Among Them

among the dark things

            came another sounding like them

looking about

                        searching everywhere

            till every corner heard about it.

and all came stammering over

            in collective voices

                        to give their two cents

            and to see who was commended

yet in every word

                        and every proposal

and every breathy second

did they ever really know him

or stop to ask him about it?

                        when the world sings—

                                    it seems like everything’s in question—

                        but one nod

                                    a smirk

a tiny suggestion (from him)

and all is stopped—

and the world itself is put into question

and its answer is rhetorical,

obvious, unmentioned…