Nightly Event

He hammered the nail on the wall He didn’t

have anything to hang. He stared at it sitting

on the old chair opposite. He couldn’t

think or remember anything. He got up

covered the nail with his kerchief. And suddenly

he noticed his bruised arm painted by

the moon standing by the window. The killer

had gone to sleep. His legs

naked and strong with perfect toenails with a callus

on the small toe visible under the blanket

and his hairs were curling erotically. The statues

always sleep like that with open eyes and

you don’t have to fear any dream or word –

the true witness you needed you have him

the precise and trustworthy because you know

statues never betray they only reveal.