Hieroglyphic Silence

Long before Romans started counting,
And before words started existing,
My people spoke loudly with silence,
Telling stories of wars and violence.

Buried deep beneath pharaoh’s tomb,
Birthed from heaven but without womb.
Here, listening is done with both eyes,
And freezing tales are told without ice.

Same silence is found amidst us,
For your eyes love me but your lips fuss.
Strangers becoming strangers still.
Even after they start to feel.

To love one person is to unlove many others.
It happens to everyone except for mothers,
Whose eyes and gaze can fix all sons;
Whose hieroglyphic silence can kill pass guns.

Younglan Louis