when i decide to go back to
the nooks of the past
i do not just go there for
no reason at all
i bring a shovel and bury
those which still bleed
which still scream i shut
their mouths and which still
struggle to be saved from
oblivion i make them sleep
forever.
and then i dust off what is
found on my head
put my sleeves in place and
proceed my way to the exit
door where light meets me
without its quizzical eye
and then i close that door
forever
for i have more doors to open
more suns to meet
to meet forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem