Listen ti the silence

My words are  sparks exploded from a burning ember hands outstretched in the last spasm of light My words are skeletons of wings buried in quartz skies.

Listen to the silence now that the swarm has become flesh of your flesh expanded in the whisper exhaled into the shivering air there is no longer the echo of your voice  chirpy and croaking  who has lost the sound of the question and astonished she resyllables the silence

LISTEN TO THE SILENCE Gianni Mazzetti