Theatre of the Hope of a Cebola (Santiso) Poem by Erin Mouré
Theatre of the Hope of a Cebola (Santiso)
On the hill there is no hay
but rain
no hay for a hayrick but
small rivulets singing the grass down
An onion has toppled off a high cart
the chest of the high cart has gone on past the hill
if pressed with a shoe an onion toppled
may take root
Will a shoe ever find it
how can we know
will the onion find a mouth to eat it
how can we ever know
In the channels of water :
small blue rivulets of blue
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