Foetus In A Bell Jar

All is silent
In the midnight laboratory.
(They say it’s the place
Where a student lost a body part
From an explosion of Francium and Sodium,
And a cosmic 9-11 replay.)

Moonlight slivers in through
Slits in the blinds.
(But he’s blind already,
And does not grow towards light,
Unlike the venomous plants that flank the window sills.)
He will never grow.

This place is unlike the haunted music room,
Which plays lullabies and sirens’ songs at night.
All you hear is the silence,
That haunts your veins in its nothingness,
And seeps into your ears and into your mind.

His lips do not move.
(They are accustomed to the silence.)
No one shall hush him goodnight.
(For he makes no noise.)
He will not scream at strangers in the night.
(He is full of silence.)
His ears do not hear the footsteps.
(They are full of silence.)
His eyes will not open you to another world.
(They are full of silence.)
His face is enrobed with innocence.
(It is full of silence.)

He will smile to the passers-by in the dark
From his little bell jar.
(And you will see his story in silence.)