Denial Poem by Noel Sevilla

A question deserves an answer,
a true answer, not the silence
between two columns sustaining
a crumbling building,
or the denial of the seed,
refusing to sprout
or to caress the wind.

Disappointed, the people take shelter
in a tree to unlearn
the language of shadows
executioners practice;
to learn the ways of the pure,
who can look at you,
without vomiting lies;
to catch the filtering light
through the rustling leaves
and turn it into prayer.