A fear
of making the right choices
or of making the wrong ones
to block out the noise of the others
of their opinions and their wishes
is being busy your indisputable argument
of irreproachability
a fresh coat of paint over your wounds
a fresh aria of self-laud performed for me to listen to
and you expect applaus, my dear
I can tell
this family is silenced by its own ailments
stupidity, I'd say
I am aghast and bored
and too well behaved to tell you my verdict
or too reluctant to fight openly
you silence yourself
an extended version of eternal silence
until we're all old and toothless and one day
all gone
nobody can beat stupidity of that dimension
