Silence she startles
With her witch-cackle
And ignorant folk
Unacquainted with the joke
Cluck their tongues
As she empties her lungs
Into staccato peals of mirth
To me they turn
Expecting communal scorn
I return a look perplexed
They want the joy annexed?
How shall I dare rebuke
Laughter that might nuke
The cries of despair stark
Only I hear in the dark
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