A Soul’s Lament

A tree is a tree a bird a bird life is life. The earth has no need of destruction and my heart never needed that lead bullet. The windows are open and the water has entrusted its being to the hand of the wheat-ear and the wheat-ear its being to the fledgling crows. The windows are open and the sun has scattered all its treasure at the feet of the millet seed lavished it lavished. The earth has no need of chains and my small throat had no need of the stab wound of that thirst. A tree is a tree a bird a bird life is life and I - all of me – never had need of blood-soaked earth never ...