#the endless

A silent wanderer. A garden no one planted. One question with no answer.

I opened my eyes

in a barren land

and carried one question

Why

A man stood over a woman

and said you are beneath me

her blood flowed into the earth

the earth drank

and the land was nourished with hatred

so that all else could grow

and I watched

One dark as night

one pale as day

a blade at each throat

I am god’s gifted

and the dark man

was buried into the earth

and became a seed

and I watched

Same idol

same folded hands

same lips moving

yet fists came down

and some were pushed

so deep

they became the roots

no one speaks of

and I watched

From those roots

a trunk rose

and its name was god

branches grew

each certain

it alone deserved the sun

they reached for each other’s throats

they fell

and the fallen branches

became walls

and the walls were named

nationality

and I watched

And men walked through

this garden

with water in their hands

fertilizing every wound

tending every wall

nurturing every root of hate

not out of evil

but out of a madness

they had mistaken for meaning

and I watched

I understand the seed

I understand the hand

I understand the madness

that cannot see itself

and yet

Why