SINGLE POST

Chorus

March 25, 2018

The wet bamboo clacking in the night rain
crying in the darkness whimpering softly
as the hollow columns touch and slide
along each other swaying with the empty
air these are sounds from before there were voices
gestures older than grief from before there was
pain as we know it the impossibly tall
stems are reaching out groping and waving
before longing as we think of it or loss
as we are acquainted with it or feelings
able to recognize the syllables

 


that might be their own calling out to them
like names in the dark telling them nothing

about loss or about longing nothing
ever about all that has yet to answer.

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