That happened in great silence when grass was born...

When light had just detached itself
and created the vermilion and the statues,
then
in the great solitude
a howl began,
something rolled crying,
the shadows half-opened,
rising alone as if the
planets sobbed
and the the echo
rolled,
tumbling and tumbling
until what was born was silent.

But stone preserved the memory.

It guarded the opened snout of the shadows,
the trembling sword of the howl,
and there is in the stone and animal without name
that still howls without voice toward the emptiness.