The Silencer

by joetwo

Picture a scene
Men talking man talk
The great issues of the day
Like who is the better team
Or how They could run the world better than the current lot
All this and more is tossed back and forth
A constant barrage of mood, expression and voice
A bubbling cauldron of life
Until it suddenly stops
Laid low unexpectedly by Her
A vision in red
Clothed in a miracle of engineering
That allows a bust to defy gravity
Past them she moves, with graceful, swaying motion
And nothing is said
A moments silence
To honour her passing