• Vol. 05
  • Chapter 05


At 4 am,
silence is a single leaf
twirling and twirling and touching the ground.
The earth and the full moon
contented in this hushed-up sound
also know the reverberations
of smashed monuments,
crashed aeroplanes,
splintered nations,
the clash of cultures
and starving children preyed by vultures.

Stones scattered from statues of peace
still appeal for peace,
broken jawbones also tell a tale,
laugh in the moonlight and regale,
and debate if ink would outlive blood.