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insecticide

2 min lectură·26 august 2009

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I am an actor. Everyday I perform on an improvised scene

Which is the scene on which my life

Lays.

It may sound tragic to you?

I could laugh and say oh no, dear, you’re totally wrong

It’s my spectacle

and millions of insects come to see me

everyday.

I have their souls in my hands

and

I can make them cry until they are left out with no voice

To scream

anymore.

Helpless, just as I am

With the difference that I am their queen

Even though that’s just for a moment in their precious time.

Or I could say yes, you’re right. It’s tragic, it’s being tragic everyday

I walk on pieces of unstable boards

And every step means a huge noise under my foot

that covers me. And makes my insects fly away.

Because they are scared of anything may go wrong.

Because they are fragile

Just as the pieces of unstable boards under my feet

And here I am, laying on an improvised scene.

Not knowing if it’s wrong or right.

You say it’s wrong, I say it’s right

But then you say it’s right, and I say it’s wrong

And then I say can’t you see?

You’re just as blind as everyone else

The sound of your unstable board under your feet has made me run away

From you.

poor insect. That I am.

Poor abandoned king that you are.

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Sabau Ioana. “insecticide.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/sabau-ioana/poezie/13903501/insecticide

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