Chambers of Darkness

A silent breath not counted for.
Too small to be counted as more.
More than dirt, than scum, than dust.
Nothing of desire, nothing of lust.

Yet in the still chambers
Where darkness reins.
Fierce cries of anguish
The silence stains.

No more thought of
As rich, golden life,
But as a target
For the thrashing knife.

A cry gone unheard
Dead, without a word.
Still silence devours
in these final hours.