post by Anna Bennett
(Poem by Vidal Alcolea)
In an living example that CKD touches everyone, Vidal Alcolea, a published playwright, poet and artist is the author of DSEN's Saturday Poem. His book of poetry and painting is available here.
From a town Northern Spain, Vidal paints, writes poetry and blogs in between his incenter dialysis treatments. This poem is his latest Poetry on Dialysis Continued post.
by Vidal Alcolea
Say it now
I saw a face behind a veil of snow
There was nothing to it but silence
A silence like death, which took away all of its beauty
And made it akin to a stone, a wall, something without emotion,
anything to say.
I saw your beloved face and it was suddenly too late
To understand that it willed to communicate nothing
Just a silence which you mistook for harmony
And which rammed my own shout of pain
Right back into my throat.
So this is the bloodless beauty I was taught to seek and take
as my soul companion...
Oh say it now for you are living
and nothing that lives can be that empty
Don´t you know humans were given a voice
which makes them more tender
And vulnerable than the trees or the animals?
Oh you must know Silence is not a retort but an act of cruelty.
Silence is arrogant: it is what the cold gods give back
when you look up in fear to ask them a question.