A voice in the wilderness cries out
She said no
But if she cries no in the forest does she cry no?
No, she cries yes
Here lies her death
In a word, killed
The word’s death
And now its resurrection
To new life
Yes
And her voice cries
Her voice dies in the wilderness
Her home
A voice in the wilderness cries out
She swears
She speaks
Not no or yes
But truth
But if she cries the truth in the forest does she cry the truth?
No, she cries lies
And she dies, and with her, so does she
In a word, killed
The word’s death
A martyr, no
A fool, yes
And now her resurrection, but not hers
To new life
Unrecognisable
Truth
And her voice cries
Her voice dies in the wilderness
Her home