Silent Eater

Silence is like the colour black

For years I was in its shadow

‘Cos I was taking it all in – absorbing

Absolutely everything coming my way

I could not miss a single thing

Could not miss a single moment

All that was amiss – went my way

The grot and filth under the fridge

The dust and fluff that gathers in corners

The garbage tossed in abandoned places

Where the weeds and brambles grow

There, in the dark, I divined Man’s fate

A much more telling epiphany

When raised on everyone’s crap.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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