A man asks, "Have
you heard any birds today?" I admit that I hadn't noticed. "Something's
strange;" he says, "maybe an earthquake's coming."
signs have risen against the latest war. I arrive too late
to hear speeches, the crowd beginning their march to university
I catch up—young, middle-aged, old & exotic comforting
each other in the arms of reality's windy gaps.
Someone says, "Violence
is in the burned soil filled
with the bones/of fathers, mothers, brothers, relatives ,/
from the now-silent ruins/where every living thing burned to
death: / a
life that taught us human nature." Church bells toll. Pigeons
appear, pecking for crumbs. Wheels crunch
early autumn leaves.
In its eruptive
in the plasticity
of the brain,
may we be