we have been there
and seen nothing
nothing has been there
for us to see
in what a beautiful silence
the death is inflicted
in a dazzling distance
in the fresh dews
and morning lights
how radiantly
in the glistening
the village is wasted
it is by such sights
the eye is instructed.
-by david ferry
(this poem was inscribed in the front of a book by hunter s. thompson, presented to me by a friend, she lives in virginia and collects owl pellets with the aid of global positioning systems)
(my suhoor this morning: toast, a bottle of water, two advil)
and seen nothing
nothing has been there
for us to see
in what a beautiful silence
the death is inflicted
in a dazzling distance
in the fresh dews
and morning lights
how radiantly
in the glistening
the village is wasted
it is by such sights
the eye is instructed.
-by david ferry
(this poem was inscribed in the front of a book by hunter s. thompson, presented to me by a friend, she lives in virginia and collects owl pellets with the aid of global positioning systems)
(my suhoor this morning: toast, a bottle of water, two advil)
