The only voices that ever deserve to be heard
are the ones that don’t say much
they stay at the back of large halls
in dark corners
the quiet ones, that retire into the night
without love or longing
but only their shame
at having failed once again
to speak up
to say anything worthwhile
they pick their words carefully
like valuable currency, their words
mean something
and when they are finally heard
the earth quivers beneath our feet.
A heathen poet 