even the silence of the night talks, <br />small children talk in their dreams; <br />old people talk staring out windows... <br />trees talk shedding leaves, <br />empty buildings talk to ghosts; <br />dead bones talk to the wind... <br />the wind talks those who mourn. <br />the hungry talk to their oppressors, <br />the prisoner talks to the walls. <br />the desperate talk to the noose, <br />lovers talk with simple touch. <br />soldiers talk to their fears, <br />the unborn talk to our decisions. <br />the moon talks to the night, <br />and the night talks to the dawn. <br />the soul of man talks, <br />and calls it god. <br />the conscience talks to the heart. <br />death talks to the living.... <br />who listens? <br />who really hears?<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talking-who-listens/
