he is not one to
shout
A watchful neighbour
might
be hard of hearing
The whisper when it
comes
bubbles on the lips,
dribbles off the vest
detonates
before it has a
chance to form,
evolve into a
SHOUT
A maroon snail
backfiring
at the traffic stop
A splash
A mollusc sewn with the
bends
An atheist grown
secular
as a dung beetle at
a donkey convention
An ass courting
elephant ears
The shout that is
stifled at the straw poll,
the bellow that
rattles around the waterhole
The roar that is the
exquisite fruit
of assembly lines
given over to rust
between 3 and 4 AM.
