I am a silenceI am a silence, a small disturbance,a flatness in the field of voices.Voices rise like weeds and flowers,rise like chimneys, rise like towers.And there are voices high as hellfrom whom we hear that all is well -with some exceptions, we should know.These are the fault of those below.Weeds and flowers, for shame, for shame.So much wrong and you to blame.But I will not curse, I will not bless.I am a silence, a small disturbance.