SPEAKING
by David Radavich
A word pours forth
like a child
with a past,
consciousness, a future
I even see
a shadow cast
against the wall, sun
or no sun
and a grave
waiting
and in-between
stars and blackest night
bombs
leveling a house
air aching
upward
making the sound
of speaking
bald
like a flower
Published in Middle-East Mezze (2011).