Unknown Ivory If you let them they will start with the silence, rob the meaning of your words as they leave your lips. When all that is gone they will pry open your mouth, pull out your tongue in search of the secret to the light behind your eyes They will mine the glow from your skin and make strings of diamonds to wear around their necks at Sunday dinner The ivory of your bones will make rings worn on fingers counted like the age of a tree that was chopped down before your mother was born.