Gris-Gris, an online journal of literature, culture & the arts

Everything Song

by Jose Araguz

 

                            Inside my head, all is tanka – (Ishikawa, diary)

Even in this graveyard,

         everything I see and hear turns to words:

the dead here in their silence lay

under words

under roots and dirt

under me in this threadbare body shivering

under a wind with its own words

under a sun spreading its pages across my face

under so much writing

everything turns.