Ah, if liberty sang a song
little
as the larynx of a bird
nowhere would there remain a tumbling wall.
It would not take years
to learn
that every ruin signifies man's absence
for the presence of man
is restoration and renewal.
Like a wound
a lifelong
bleeding
like a wound
a lifelong
with pain beating
eyes opening on the world in a cry
in rancor disappearing
thus was the great absence
thus was the story of the ruin.
Ah, if liberty sang a song
little
littler even than the larynx of a bird.