Poezie

Final product

1 min lectură·21 iunie 2008

Mediu

A group of barbed wires

dance around me,

with acrobatic jumps,

with the smiles of circus men.

I would cut their heads off,

from waist to top,

to lessen from their courage

so they bruise their elbows

and their knees.

The window sill cracks

under the march of evil scissors

and the glass throws itself

into hundred of chips,

before getting stabbed

and crushed

by sharp blades.

The mayhem begins

and parts of wires,

fall down in replay

into nail boxes

and second hand rivets.

A clean mayhem,

with no ponds of blood,

charity killings,

for workers.

Now, build my cage.

The dog is barking at me, from outside.

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Vicleanu Mihaita. “Final product.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/vicleanu-mihaita-0026790/poezie/1788841/final-product

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