you're not listening

I have been an example, an excuse
something is proved through
me

you're not listening if
- you miss the point of their screams
- you don't know what configuration
has made their statements possible

the world is further
and deeper than we thought
and what we know of it unravels
from our hands like fallen banners

the moon disappears
behind the schoolyard trees
boys playing games
that kill them, eventually

beyond the horizon, lightning cracked
its white sheets
the migraine of potential
wrong stormed toward us
frenzied with stars

D writes

I know what teeth
what hands
I know the location
of every hair on my head

I know the smallness of a soul
and what panning a lifetime
finds, instead
of finding it

I know the fragile chemistry
the cost of its maintenance

I know the blackest eyes of night
and the brightest star of silence

I wanted to drive you

a reality like that
silences

I was scared to death
just talking to her
I kept thinking the war
would break out of her

(something like a camp
sguatting on the ground
quantum history)

voice that crossed ocean
in desperation
boat that came in
to drown in this people
like black water

without history, without medicine
without helicopters
one desperate, insane
reluctance looks pretty much like any other
and the asylums of this world rest
on the brink of deep
discoveries for good
lucky

I wanted to break you
out from the compact white headache
of territory
like a bitter almond

I wanted to drive you
between the eyes
of a city waking up the morning
after nothing

and did I see them one night
flying
the irresistable colours of their exile?
(when the earth was a cold, wet cloth
and the sky was made of iron)