Boomslang Poetry

Donít say this in my name

If I donít say NO clearly, what will you say for me?
Will it be a forward order camouflaged in desert fatigues,
a shout, a ricochet from the red sands, or the sound of
retreat, the murmur of reconciliation, the hush of peace?

What will you dare to say in my name, now that I have no voice?
And if I do say NO clearly, will you take heed,
or will the dull thud of the nodding donkeys drown
me out as so much background hiss?