Tundra

Not here, not here the desert

in this collapsing world.

Tundra has always exerted magnetism

from the very end,

which is also the beginning.

Few words, a man of few words, this they say that I am.

I punched and kicked and bit the devil out of me,

back in that dusty, tottering tomb.

Silence above all else.

The silence within for the words to reverberate.

I am closing in in order to open up.

I am withdrawing from the world in order to commune with the world.

I am silent in order to speak out.

Though deaf and dumb I spoke the word and I heard the sins

word against sin

word against bread

silence against water

word for water.

My staff will come to tread other deserts

other tundras

whilst I rot here, here where none can find me,

not even by accident, for the tundra hinders.