before the quill
silence screams from 'pon the page--
of stark-still white--that mocking rage!
rheamed-out, bold-faced, lie now truth--
old adages cut and gleaned in youth--
prematurely dyed and layed to rest--
with soul's-blood--words--oft' not best--
but that a writer's written to silence still
that mocking white before her quill.