When silence fans the ceiling late at night,
When the TV’s loud but unheard, when bugs
Of fall bestride a dragon’s back of light’s
Screen, no one hears when silence screams. When smug

Pronounces echoes seen, when sight demeans
Itself in mirrors black, when silence sings
It’s dearth-filled scene, fan-ceilings seem
To fall on nights that bleed, dragon-dewinged.

When silence screams from ceilings late at night,
Fans circulate the wonder when was how.
When silence cries without a voice, when flights
Of fright belie a dragon’s mighty show,

The night of silent ceiling fans bring sight.
When silence screams, dragons decry the fight.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 9/7/06