No voice
Sadly it’s flown away
We hear the traffic
Her eyes though say
How sad she is
How awfully sad
Meat is murder
Nothing to add
A tell tale sign
Of anxiety coming
A trumped up charge
The bees stopped humming
In articulation
She is tongue tied
Ready for death
No place to hide
Meaningful glances
Stifle and gag
Another poor soul
Is in the bag
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.