Question

Are you free? I ask the fork
with its terrible shape.
Are you free, dear earthworm,
spouse tied to spouse
in a single body?
And you, are you free,
I ask the period
that ends this sentence
and every sentence,
Muse-like,
eventually.

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The Stones

The stones are barefoot
The stones are homeless too
Owing is not what they do
Why are we doing?

A translator arrived
But the moment didn’t want hurt
Nor the water that descended it
Its stones feared us

But the fearful stones
They governed us
As the English did India
As we did everywhere else

“Enough enlightenment for all times!”
Say the stones, which are as cars
They drive themselves everywhere
Eventually, space translates them back

In the end, we seek their forgiveness
The stones          their vanity
We didn’t understand them
We dressed them in clothes