The Silence Behind the Closed Door

On this land

This place

Cars whoosh by

People murmur, talk and shout

Paper crumples

Footsteps abound

Shoes scuffing and squeaking

Immaculately groomed hedges stand

Still and silent

A door slams


Slamming on this time

Going back to the days of none of this

A million years ago


On this land

Not a cactus stirs

Only the wind murmurs

No paper can crumple

For there is no paper

The animals silently pad

Stalking their prey

Silence is the lead singer

The silence of nature

The silence of the unexplored

The silence of the untainted


No doors to close

In this land

Untainted yet by humanity

Without us

This land would be


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