village

village is far behind now

voices are still closed today

mother asks to be straight

female youth asks for once, though last

a sinking voice suggests me nothing

my teachers are speaking

here comes an unknown voice

it's mine or is it yours

or you speaks through me

saying; village is for villagers

cities are for citizens

country is for soldiers

streets are for newcomers

corners are for disappearing

old comers

windows are for the eyes

and doors for children

trees are for sparrows

sparrows are for crops

yards are for sunshine

sun is for wet clothes

both of the yards are

for gallery meets them

though here I am alone

alone there was I

I starred windows for years

eyes raise not their lid for me

no more child I am

no more I love the doors

sparrows feel not my heart

they know mere to chirp

order they know not

though village is far behind

voices are still close