erin-moure

Theatre of the Millo Seco (Botos)
by Erin Moure

copyright © 2005 Erin Moure

I am in the little field of my mother
Her field touches
oaks of the valley
and I touch the faces of my corn

Opening corn’s faces
so that my hands touch its braille letters
The face of corn is all in braille
the corn wrote it

Fires will burn this evening
burn the dry husks of the corn
and I will learn to read
Sheep will wait by the trough
for they know corn’s feature, corn’s humility

corn’s dichten

grain’s

granite too