It puffs & gasps A hits or rattles of cage Try it does to haste Virtual silence it keeps Creak of bars on cage Derelict moments at hand Mechanical reviving it needs Else virtual silence it keeps Moment per moment pass Shock upon shock it endures Feel of violation haste Still virtual silence it keeps Shocks pass in itself Revived it twists then writhes Blood through it seeps Thence virtual silence it keeps Work it must else turn to dust Tears to eyes of relatives comes As the beeps of machines drones Still silence is what’s perceived