marți, 7 septembrie 2010
Moonlight beads crash into the convict's hair
and crack and fall in screaming pain
into freedom's glowing care.
It seems as if the night had liquified
to fill his lungs,
his mistic chained hands
in snowdrops and steel-
why is he here?
what has he done?
what must he pay for?
is he the culprit?is he the victim?
is he both?
who will suffer the most?
His cage is infinite and the gates light
He is us and we are him.
We are humans captured in world's womb-
will our birth come soon?
Listen to the waves.The birds.The stoned.
Your eyes shall know.