I have sent or handed out this year's holiday cards, so I can finally share the poem I had printed on the front of these folded cards.
A beautifully poignant poem by Margaret Atwoord:
We hear nothing these days
from the ones in power
Why talk when you are a shoulder
or a vault
Why talk when you are
helmeted with numbers
Fists have many forms;
a fist knows what it can do
without the nuisance of speaking:
it grabs and smashes.
From the inside or under
words gush like toothpaste.
Language, the fist
proclaims by squeezing,
is for the weak only.
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