The Exile Diaries
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.
15th of February
Where does this barbed wire end?
Snails crawl on the clothes
of the killed;
yet, we haven’t come
to this world
to just die
since each morning
smells of lemon rings.
