What Says the Silence

What says the silence between us now With dour acoustical deadness? Roaring waves of invisible vagrancy, Breaking down the white rock transparency Heavy and burdened with leadenness. And all that is unspoken screams With clinical padded-cell madness, Hissing clues in a deafening vacancy Falling flat as a pancake melody With an albatross-fated sadness. What says the silence between us now With love raped a dialogue soundless? Splitting hairs with a dumb antipathy, Lit up like a cross-wired Christmas tree With its circuitry spitting and groundless. And whatever decays behind us breathes With lungs cursed of punctured tissue Telling tales of an undying chemistry, With a quick-fire wit and repartee You and I left the lonely issue. What says the silence between us now With our feelings insidious as cancer? Hung upon a mutual reticency, What means it to you, what means it to me? Even God can't conceive of an answer.