The Garden of Exquisite Silence
The white statues arch their
necks,
keeping their empty marble
gazes
bolted.
It is closed,
this door to the sculptor’s
hand
when the stone still
scraped the dust off its
face.
Behind each statue’s
forehead
there is a message.
If you look for an answer,
you break the head.
If you keep the head safe,
you do not get anywhere.
If you break the hand,
you may still not get an
answer.
Decide faster.
Kristin Dimitrova, My Life in Squares (Middlesbrough: Smokestack Books, 2010), 74.
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