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He
cannot be rude
He just ‘loves truth too much’
He is a scientist, a pioneer

She
cannot be rude
She just ‘tells it like it is’
“jog on by’, if you don’t want to hear

They
speak on the radio,
speak on the TV;
We listen in silence
They ‘make it clear’

Serenely
both Death and Silence
grow fat on their words
year after year

Slowly

from decay emerges

something much softer

something less clear

suggesting

the roots of connection

calling quite softly.

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