Why? He cried as though there were an answer.
I gazed at him in silence.
There is no answer for “why” out here.
There are merely many more “why’s”.
Out here there’s so damn many,
they fill the sky.
Until we hear the call of the birds.
They echo back the unanswered question,
Somewhere inside and underneath,
entombed and waking slowly,
a giant beast will shake his head,
and when he grumbles the whole world will rumble,
and shake, and fall apart.
His roar will be another cry of “why?”
But there is no answer, and no reason justified,
when we all shut our mouths, close our hearts
and shut our eyes.