Of The Vanished
by Duffie Hufana Osental


deeper than a typhoon’s eye,
there are some things
we never ask;

as when the thunder comes
and the rain kisses the earth

it is easier
saner
wiser

to listen intently
searching for whispers
of small truths
in the gathering mists

but the vanished speak
in silent drops
and the destitute wait
in shadows left behind

will you know 
of their stories?
missing, lost and forgotten
along the banks
of that hushed cesspool
created
by the dark clouds
of the truth?