The next moment of silence

The next moment of silence burst
And pumps out the breath of the crickets' cry
It's the sleeping sigh of the warm summer breeze
The crushing hushness stepping upon the night

The next moment of silence spins
Upon the flawless smooth of the monstrous sky
And the wenches and boys throw their presence
Away from the emptiness eating the streets

The next moment of silence jabs
Into the stomach with a stinging ring
That counts the seconds you writhe in pain
You'd wish the gnashing of silence's teeth
Would unfasten from your wriggling wrist

The next moment of silence's sweetness
Rides on the tongue of absence
As the delicious drips of darkness
Paddle away from the stretches of streetlamp rays

The next moment of silence reeks
Of the odour that rots from the hollowness
Of burning skeletons abandoned from the age
Of the mild and meek from whom they were never borne