Why
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
— Caelum Void