Keeping Quiet

Now we will count to twelve

And we will all keep still.

For once on the face of the Earth

Let's not speak in any language,

Let's stop for one second,

And not move our arms so much. 

It would be an exotic moment 

Without rush, without engines, 

We would all be together 

In a sudden strangeness.

Fishermen in the cold sea 

Would not harm whales

And the man gathering salt

Would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,

Wars with gas, wars with fire, 

Victory with no survivors, 

Would put on clean clothes 

And walk about with their 

Brothers 

In the shade, doing nothing. 

What I want should not be 

Confused 

With total inactivity. 

Life is what it is about; 

I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded 

About keeping our lives moving,

And for once could do nothing,

Perhaps a huge silence

Might interrupt this sadness

Of never understanding ourselves

And of threatening ourselves with

Death.

Perhaps the Earth can teach us

As when everything seems dead

And later proves to be alive.

Now I'll count up to twelve 

And you keep quiet and I will go.