Silence is dangerousWe never permit it.Our vocabulary may not be largeBut there is no question that we put itto constant use.That’s what things are for:to be used. And used.And used.Who knows?If we didn’t talk and chatter from morningtill night (it doesn’t matterwhether or not anybody listens; that’snot the point),Words might start using us.We never allow silence.If sometimes it catches us unaware,I am the first to screech across itAnd shatter it to echoing fragments.You never can tell:if I listened to the silence