All was silent before the appointed hour then there came a faint hint of light the light engulfed everything living and dead and then the sun rose like a yellow orb but it was all silent still except for the music playing, from the ruin of a temple Tried as hard as I could but couldn’t hear a single chirp
Where had all the sparrows gone.
Cannot sleep anymore just toss around in an unmade bed waiting for the dawn again the darkest hour is about to pass and now I see the light again soon I can feel the golden sunlight It is becoming hot again but all is silent still except for the far sound of a dying engine can’t hear the chirping still
The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness
I unwrite a song for she, a gratis homage. Questioning imperils the sky, clouds would not weep. A cover-up comes to quote scriptures the meaning of deployment. Was I feeling smug after counting the pages of unread death? ———————————————– I