I

Beyond breath labour bread –

he feels grass shake without wind –

a twig snaps with no footstep

Fields flecked by rain and yellow –

too long he wanted more –

his hands make a dismissal

She sweeps the dust out,

the smuts of the rain forests –

she sweeps words out of her mouth –

he sits with rats in the barn –

the silence cannot endure itself

II

Tear up the map of your lands

Let the foxes out hunting

Fill the forms up with jokes

Give the schools to the children

Scrap the dead languages

Prevent nothing, prevent nothing

Behind those who pile up the bread

come the armies

You will be accused, deny nothing