to speak is impossible
when the words come articulated through a dead mouth
mouth of air that speaks in whispers
skull opened by streams of another world, skull of water that
looks at the
sea and dead speaks: its dead voice observes what's around

    What to call the soul, when it is only
    an empty space in flesh
    Explosion, scattering of nightly birds?
    In what night is the spirit simply
    air stirred up by eagles?