Be silent
I heard the birds of prey
shrieking,
preaching to their congregation:
Those who cannot eat better be silent.
Those who have no claws or sharpened beaks,
be silent.
Those who don’t tear flesh,
your tears are no shelter.
Your image is not of our making,
not to our liking.
Your voices are sweet as the pitiful flesh,
left for your Maker.
Now pray.