SCIENCE

I stand and watch the stars

sending away their distant past

I live amongst physical laws

which no one has seen yet

I read fortunes on cut down boles

when and how will be born the Messiah

trees spring up so innocent

and then become crosses for the brave

the day’s spine is broken by many fatigues

under its crutches I build a nest for angels

death is a dwelling place for the living

our final form of silence