Dylan Rivera - Those Who Cannot Speak

Owls create shadows that hurdle with trepidation.
Their eyes cut behind your ears
to keep you from listening to their words unsaid.

Trees apprehend into night and become protection from the hazardous burrows in the early afternoon.

Frogs feel silly with a child's tongue.
And dogs are always quickening their haste.
Fishes lie forever in oceans unseen.

Like natives in their home land.
They are comfortable.
And beautiful.

Rats are simply awful.
Wet, under tracks.
Tittering among begotten filth remaining from resentful souls.

Constantly listening below
to people and their mindless conversations.
Roaring,

their mortal sounds leading to what will soon be,
heartless vessels.
Salamanders are eye-catching, but always make one want to wash their hands.

But for some reason, it is they, who-
possess life's answers.
But like originality, they get trampled upon.

For so long, they've held on to Zeus's lungs.
But soon, I'm sure...
They will finally be able to make their cerebral debut.

Dylan Rivera

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