Dead Emotions

Emotions

My non-existent literature.

My words know their freedom

When you will light the incense in my funeral.

Emotions

My cancer

I see them celebrating my absence.

My documented works will not speak of

My frenzy when I threw Vak away;

The value of my flesh will not speak of

my delirium when I wanted to be an ordinary lover.

Emotions

They exist in my death.

Emotions

Will come alive

When the old bearded man will come

and take away his little daughter

alive in translation

and you shall celebrate

my Death.

 

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