The lights bend <br />As a single person approaches <br />The sparsely furnished hallway <br />As if they felt him. <br /> <br />The corridors are filled <br />With a deafening silence, <br />Before they knelt to pray. <br />And the suspended linens <br />Sway with a gentle wind <br />As the bell tells time <br />With its ceremonial ringing. <br /> <br />A brother, with a food cart, <br />Moved from cell to cell <br />And slip the daily rations <br />Through the windows <br />Set in the paneled doors. <br /> <br />They are not seen. <br />They are not heard. <br />They are situated <br />In a silent place.<br /><br />Buxton Shippy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-silent-place/
