What Matters – Feature Story

A message from Eaten Fish and Dismal Manus

eaten fish and dismal manus

 

Forbidden

Where is the freedom and flight?

 

They sign the swallow’s migration as forbidden,

surround the disordered sky with fences,

whip its wings.

Is this his only right?

 

When will the celebration of paper and words be?

 

An unsolved conundrum in a cup of tea!

They cross out the forbidden answer

and burn paper and words simultaneously.

Is this our only right?

 

In this wounded body,

covering its sick soul

they sign ‘forbidden’ on the flower petals,

they burn its stems.

 

Yes, all my rights are the light of a lantern’s flame taken from me.

They sign ‘forbidden’ on my kind moon

They burn stars and night.

 

When will the celebration of paper and words be seen?

  • M. 2015