The Lark's Song/Speechless

I'm full to the brim with loveliness,
with birds

and yet these walls, these towns
don't have mouths,

only words.

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The Lark's Song
What might the lark have thought
that was used to welcoming
lovers to the new day?
What might the lark have thought:
that one morning
on which the sun rose
as on any other day
on which the wind blew
as on any other day
on which the rivers kept flowing
as on any other day?
What might the lark have thought:
that one morning
when doors were ripped open
and ribcages were torn
and blood filled the room
and tears.
What might the lark have thought:
that one morning
when she heard the screams of thousands
of faces and bodies pressed against invisible walls
black and blue from need for breath.
What might the lark have thought:
that one morning
when all of a sudden
there were neither lovers nor new days?




~ voice, piano ~





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