Poezja

Blood and bones 
become qualification 
watching and being watched. 
 
Eyes in introspection 
incubation 
waking the black dawn. 
 
Anguished 
blank stares, after dispossession 
collapse on the hills in confusion – 
 
umpteen times. Ontogeny 
repeats filial love 
after parental loss. 
 
Monofloral we stay, 
you cannot do anything 
except to collect the honey. 
 
Shot in the face, my name. 
The next tragedy 
begins at home! 
 
Break the cutlery 
there is no water, 
frogs will not jump today.