Statue mother

can you hear them talking?

regurgitating words from years a thousand lapsed

their silence has been accumulated upon the flesh of our shared space,

compassion heaves from a thousand bodies,

it echoes beneath the toprak and aggregates through time

top-rak

so i put my hand in the soil and listen to the soul of the statues,

i place my palm on the tree's bark and hear the heartbeat of her from the other side