Angels
Will not touch
This land
God will not
Wave His hand
Over this land
He will not point
Or give direction
Silence is this land
The men pray
The women screech
And the children quickly scatter
Towards the weeping edges of oblivion
God never quite came to this land
There was no true beginning
It seems
Pain appears infinite
It is only love
That tames Time
Everyone looks away
Nodding over electronic newspapers
Forecast in foresaken blood
The world is distant
This land torn
This land unborn
This land betrayed
By golden lords
The rivers of blood
Cover this land
Until it sinks
Into violet memory
The sun will not rise here
The sun never rises
In this land
That God gave to man
Our bodies
Our minds
Are the rubble of power
Walk through us
Touch the silent stones
That we have become
And you too be silent here
For what you hear
Is the truth of what you are
A Godless people
Busy burying the hearts of men
The land is on fire
The land is your judgement
It is our tomb
It is our fate
Be silent here
We are still speaking
Dan Corjescu teaches at the University of Tübingen’s “Studium Professionale” Program
