letters to the blindmen - 1994
song of a silent icon
what inspired you? they asked as i lay sunked-eyed in a pile of sweat-soaked sheets the sun shone from the bottom of the sea stickmen danced and doves cooed a broken whisky glass glistened in the light of noon children cried what is the nature of your vision? they asked as i lay on the riverbank crumpled silent petals were crushed under the feet of ambitious men angels fell hopes grew stale cities were built coffee brewed women sighed how did you accept this mission? they asked as i lay naked pale before a fogged lens boys kissed girls for the first time church bells chimed oaks were felled rose-cheeked innocents lost their lives noble gods lied what is this truth you know? they asked as i lay cold smiling upon a marble floor words were hushed outspoken men held their breath birds hung flightless in the sky soldiers held their fire silently i sang the song of a suffering icon and the world squealed and swooned at the foot of my cross oh the beauty of it all
Posted on décembre 18, 2001 05:27 PM