THE EXILE DIARIES
3rd of February
The dead gnaw pieces of moon ice
during the night.
We don’t know what to do
so we can’t listen to them.
And the rats eat their bread.
Fear is stronger than anger.
7th of February
Shadows loaded with rocks;
the barbed wire;
you have forgotten
the proper pronunciation
of your name.
A black cat runs with
the moon tied to its tail;
strange
such great silence
and no one is awake.
