The Difference That We Breed

Lingering is loudness,
screaming solitude in sleep.
Do you hear them?
Do you see it?
The difference that we breed?

Trustfall on the walls, they’ll stay still, be mute.
Lean on their bricks, though; their cries are fine loot.
Stampede across cobble floorboards
They’ll wince but not stir.
Dance dust on their crevises, however,
hear them holler, watch them blur.

One person causes chaos.
No people? Avalanche.
But place ten in a room,
and the peace restores fast.
You don’t notice when you’re in it.
but it feels you when you leave.

There’s a loudness in the silence,
the difference that we breed.