I.
life is a noise
one syllable
emerging from the pregnant tongue
or the green scream
of a leaf
sprouting defiance
in the golden face of silence

II.
begin
and from now on
the earth will break against the tide
and forests will grow on the sea
like them
i will hide my heart in the water
and even dreams
will forget about me
but maybe grain will grow from oil
and war will learn to hear

III.
the screaming is a color
that paints its own portrait
over and over
in the corner
because rich men
bar the door with tanks
and flag-waving
and faith
and drive Death away
who is afraid
for they are paler than even him

IV.
but still i request
when i am a grave
bury me with grief
and let me sprout trees
to shade you
while you sleep