In The Rock Garden

in the rock garden
a mute man dances
we don’t know what funeral oration

they say a deaf man
sows steps of abundance
and solar circles

he was not born to hear
the world exploding

is there a place washed up
on a forgotten ridge
where the news wouldn’t arrive
where the news wouldn’t be implied
where the news wouldn’t be felt
is there a breech in time
that isn’t waiting
to fix our gaze
on suffocated screens

are there eyes in this world
ears in this world
that were born
to welcome
into their souls
obscenity
obscenity
obscenity
obscenity
obscenity
and turn away
and not turn away?