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His Go-To Agent


He gave up

Using his fists

His mouth became

His go-to agent


But


Words did not

Come easily and

They left him

Halting and stumbling


Yet


The new agent

Of change he

Must master and

Use to speak


He


Pulled up calm

With one inhale

Closed his eyes

Gathered his thoughts


He


Chose few words

Each one potent

Arrested every person

That could hear


‘Listen with your eyes

Hear with your heart

I won’t need words

If you do your part.’


His 


Stuttered words echoed

In my ears

Painted permanent pictures

In my mind 


Even today they

Grab my heart

Shake me awake

And into attention.