silence

Poetry by Jim Wardell
Issue 68 • October 2018 • Wise

is not the sound
of my consent
but of my disbelief

condescension has become
our refuge & anger
just another
cruel faith

in this temple
we’ve built of contempt

angels won’t dance barefoot
anymore on points of pins
nor I on shards of glass

separation
is a practiced art

Jim Wardell is a musician and educator who has made his home in the mountains of Southwest Virginia, where he plays, writes, teaches, and learns at the University of Virginia’s College at Wise.

Illustration by Paul Hostetler

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