Arise,
felled trees,
from banks, far fields, primeval forests.
Arise,
torn birds,
in sleepy nests and in dawning nebulous space.
Arise,
dead herbs
and dead hopes.
All you -
fallen as stars,
turned to dust,
pressed by stone.
All you -
crucified,
sold,
betrayed -
On the morning flooded with nearing suns -
in a small poem
arise - - -