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Marianne Larsen
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DO YOU HEAR
blues from crying worlds in despair
like crying mysteries
like destroyed longings
children and their relatives moaning
from shooting pain in their loves and hopes
the markets' dragon figures
keep count on killer-money's societies
the ground is a flower dismembered
with weapons
the silence of quiet people has not yet reached
its highest
nor has the anger of depressed new-borns'
when it does all kind of fresh sounds
and untested languages will burst out
the food which has been melted into ware-equipment
will let its being hear
the corn will start howling in the wind
the fruits will sing songs describing their development
from seeds to wonders
there will be music in the street's most crowded spaces
music from hands and feet and mouths and brains
and hearts' beat will constantly make announcements
as simple as these -love is love is love
do you hear
the markets
their dragon figures
the dirt and killer money?
what about it?
some of it may be manufactures
into playthings for children
who ring the morning bell
a monstrous sound it may be at first
the sound of power
forever lost in the air
do you hear?
Marianne Larsen
(c) Mariane Larsen Poem supplied by the author.
