The Garden of Exquisite Silence
The white statues arch their necks,
keeping their empty marble gazes
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.
Kristin Dimitrova, My Life in Squares (Middlesbrough: Smokestack Books, 2010), 74.