NaPM April 2 2014

[milo]

Chinese Whispers

I hear your voice like Chinese Whispers in the grass -
the ghost of silence on the telephone.
Down at the churchyard mother shushes children, as they pass
I hear your voice. Like Chinese Whispers in the grass
you travel mouth to ear and ear to mouth at mass
like candles lit from candles. Now alone
I hear your voice. Like Chinese Whispers in the grass,
the ghost of silence on the telephone.