1
the shadows said.
And the trees said
Yes.
Watch with me,
begged the dark, cloud-marbled sky,
until the night is weary
and dew beckons
like honey-drops from the lancing thorns,
and the church-bells ring through the chill air
and the dawn lashes me with stripes of gold.
Watch with me.
Walk with me.
Listen.
And the trees said
Yes.
2
Were you listening when
the trees said
Yes
and
the sky said
please
and
every singing bird
fell silent?
Were you speaking when
the earth groaned
and
the fish burned
and
our frozen past
melted?
Were we weeping when
we drank ashes
and
swam in sand
and
the jungles collapsed beneath our weight?
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