I still carry his body across the barbwire of this tranches,
carry this cross,
across the whiplashes of these mortal
who speak of love
while their mouth champing in place of chanting
and like waves
chewing your bedrock.
The frequencies all lost
These are the new breed of people,
non talks my language.
No whale would receive the frequency of the loneliest whale in the ocean,
no duck
can appreciate the sound of an ugly duckling.
This body is getting heavier;
not on the water I cannot walk
I even
am melting into the ground.
Silence seems inviting.
Silence is weightless.
I must unburden myself.
I must free myself from these cadavers of words,
these corporeal wounds,
this wounded version of
myself in the flesh.
