Interstices
by [REDACTED]
Life is in the gaps, they say
And what do I know that can contradict?
Each little pause a world unto itself, they say
And I must nod along
Listen now for the words he doesn't say, they say
And I can only hear the ones he does
The earth is always full of holes like these, they say
And I suppose my job must be to fill one in.
It's nothing personal, they say
And I heard the dirt rain down and saw their faces
Paper-white masks of evil.
