Quieter

Quieter than the glove that sits upon a dead man's hand
Quieter than the ghosts of desert fathers in the sand
Quieter than the tiger twelve yards from her prey
I'm quieter
Quieter than the phantom pain beneath the amputees right knee
Or than the mother tongue inhabiting the in laws territory
Quieter than the CIA's darkest secret keepers
I'm quieter

Quieter than the planeless skies of tristan da cunha
Or the tumbleweed response to the fresh faced stand-up comedians humour
Quieter than the noiseless hum of building eighty seven
I'm quieter
Quieter than the truth in the corridors of power
Or the footsteps of Mr Norman Bates heading towards the shower
Quieter than the monks at La Grande Chartreuse they say
I'm quieter



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Writer(s): Shaun Hunter
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