LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
I dreamed of the same strange dream every night: as if people
stepped out of the walls, you didn’t have time to defend yourself,
the first one was chased in the avenue, their axes missed and echoed
a strange thud on the asphalt; they then pierced him with a bayonet
no one knew how it got in their hands, then someone appeared
riding a horse “probably his soul” I thought; the other man was
choked inside a store and to scare me a bit they opened the door
slightly so I could see his lifeless arm; then it was the turn
of the girl just before me “stay there, among the people, perhaps
they won’t kill you out of fear” I said to her; she was almost a child
and they didn’t feel sorry for her, “isn’t there anyone here? They are
killing us” I scream when suddenly they stood next to me.
I screamed “help, help” and I woke up drenched in sweat.
However, if one night, I wouldn’t be able to wake up on the
most appropriate moment?
Libros Libertad 