The creation...

That happened in the 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 then the echo 
rolled,
tumbling and tumbling
until what was born was silent.

But stone preserved the memory.

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