A message from Eaten Fish and Dismal Manus
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