Dylan Thomas

tells it with silence

by Roberto Lavidez

what shall

it tell me

if a timeless

insect says

the world

wears away?

I dreamed

my genesis

and died

again

shrapnel

rammed in

the marching

heart

tells with

silence

the last light

breaking

and the

still hour is

come of

the sea

tumbling

in harness

rebel against

the binding

moon

and the

parliament

of the sky

I make

a weapon

of an ass’s

skeleton

and walk

the warring

sands by

the dead

town

to lift

to leave

from the

treasures

of man

is pleasing

death

that will

rake at last

all currencies

of the

marked

breath

death

is all

metaphors

shape in

one history

I have heard

many years

of telling

and many

years

should see

some change

I saw time

murder me

I have

longed

to move

away

from the

hissing

of the

spent lie

now say nay

man dry man

dry lover mine

now I am

a man

no more

no more

and black

reward

for a

roaring life

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