a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
does a frozen stream choose its silence?
when a bird is shot from the sky
what is the sound of its fall?
who hears the wind in the wake of a comet?
my tongue is not tangled,
it is hidden in a thicket
still as any animal of prey.
there is everything and nothing more to say.
I won’t say what I saw
don’t ask me.
I won’t tell what I did.
you don’t want to know.
silence is mercy and penance, one.
who among you wants to hear,
no war is ever done.