Poezja

When life is done 
and parrots are gone; 
take me to the canal. 
 
All life lived in small 
footprints. There were eponyms 
all the way. 
When the name is done 
and wigs are gone; 
take me to the canal. 
 
The kids had guns, when 
you were hacked. You wrote 
for yourself one beautiful elegy. 
When the road was done and 
stones were gone; 
take me to the canal. 
 
In one blue moon, one another day, 
a journey will start in 
elephant grass. They were hiding 
behind the bush. When pink and white 
I will unfurl a flag 
take me to the canal. 
 
Truth handbound in jail for a crime 
I will dig a grave for you. 
Take me to the canal.