THE VICTIMS WON'T SPEAK

The victims won't speak:
Silence reigns.
The angry skies
seal every word.
The blood-soiled ground stores
words.

Mothers and wives
dressed in black
are silent.
Tombs and prisons moan
shutting out all words.

Why does man kill? Tell me,
dead man.
You were once alive
capable of killing.
Speak.