We are breaking down the castle

stone by heavy block of stone,
draining the moat till the very last
drop of greygreen water
has evaporated in the lukewarm sun.

Emptying cellars of hardened tar and drums of oil,
find fragments of bones, undetermined,
(could be human, animal or remains of other species),
and a yellowed book of rules (‘thou shalt not’).

On a crumbling wall it is written: ENDURE,
(hard letters, breathing danger; one withdraws)
then vague marks only, followed by a faint
‘will set you free’

Night falls like a rock in a still pond

Frogs barking loudly, like there is no universe
No stars to disperse their eternal dust
No humans claiming victory

Just a night falling in a city,
Weird frog noises from a pond
Some voices, muffled, and a cat
mewing in the scrubs

Too much light still though
No stars, no scars tonight
No universe to belittle with its might
But echo’s, a bang, a violence undeclared

And a night, falling like a rock
A universe like a thousand scars
Fragmented light, dismembered frogs,
And a barking undefined

Talking ’bout a revolution

The boy with the face of a statue
streches his limbs like he’s truly made of marble

The man with the hands of a piano player
draws formats on the smoky air

There is no music, no relief, but for the joker
drumming on the sides of his chair

Two more men, and one woman
holding up all by herself

One of the two, a little older
leans against the wall and smiles,

while the fifth stands orating,
heavy and serious beyond his years.

The woman sits on a sofa, leaning back,
her head colliding with the wall.

The boy, the man, the drummer, the smiling one
and Diogenes move in unision

a pillow, some juice, a warm hand against her cheek,
anything to make her comfortable.

She crumbles, smiles, apologizes for her clumsiness.
The men draw back, shy in an instant,

she says something serious about the weather,
a blush, a hand through hair and

all is forgotten, back to marble and pianoplaying in the air,
fistshaking and smiles against the wall

Drumming like a battlecall
the shadows closing in.

Lulleby for Myanmar

Let’s drown the shadows of darkness
as they lure the light away,
let’s build a fire, out there, at the far end,
where sandy hills attack the rock.

No, we will not talk,
we will not touch.
We will sit and tend the fire.

We will not sing
we will not sleep
till the fire dies and the waters drain away
and darkness disappears as if it never was.