Nobody argues that committing genocide is all right because it's so hard not to , or because the victims obstreperously refuse to leave or keep getting in the way; whereas whenever civilians turn up dead in a place of conflict, this is just the susurrus
of exculpation you hear.
The sun beating down, the murmur and susurrus
of voices, Prices of this and that, who's in, who's out, the stockmarket, boys' names, girls', And behind or below the comforting murmur, faintly, disturbed by cries, The other clamor of the beating surf, Felt somehow, heard somehow, through the warm sand and in my body as I bake all this comes back to me now, But especially the intricate mess of black, gray, white hair on my father's sundarkened chest, Not seen or touched but known, And the sense of something coming, something dire, hidden below or behind it all.
Everything's in touch with everything else: The sky with the sea, the wave susurrus
while the susurrus
Of tribal sleep dies toward what stars, While he, eyes fixed on what strange stars, knew That eyes were fixed on him, eyes of Those fathers that incessantly, with- The accuracy of that old Winchester, rifled Through all, through darkness, distance, Time, To know if he had proved a man, and being A man, would make all those Who now there slept know Their own manhood.
There is the whine of the receipt machine, the vacuum-packed thwump of plastic containers opening, the whap of the seal breaking on a new jar of olives, the susurrus
of juices being poured into pitchers.
When there was no longer a single human noise, only the sharp chirping of insects and from time to time the brief cry of a lark, and the susurrus
of the grasses, Esther felt good.
Karsch (1879)--Described Xiphocerus susurrus
on material from the 'Loango-Expedition in Chinchoxo' (present day Angola).