As In Almost No Sirens
after Victoria Adukwei Bulley
when the silence is almost
and the dark is damaging your
ribs
you think about the
could-have-beens
the may-be-stills and your faith
in silence is tested like it’s
in a tube
on a bench in a lab behind
large windows where the aircon
is fierce and everyone’s
wearing
white coats and safety glasses
and your faith in silence is carried
by a hand-in-glove and held up
to the light to be seen for
what it is
and it is the silence as in the
silence
of almost no sirens