For DF
In the Shirah [song at the sea Ex.15:1ff.]
There is more white fire than black fire
More space than words
In the black –
Words.
In the white —
Melody.
More can be expressed that way.
Words [on the other hand]
Grow legs and
Sprout wings,
Pigeons
Launching off rooftops
Carrying messages,
Mice
Their little legs
Running and returning.
Set against this –
Above our heads
In the great emptiness
Danger.
Mourning into the spaces now —
A song a
Poem
Every poem a
Song,
Launched by Birds and mice.
And melodies —
Making sense.
jsg, usa