The Declaration

Even today
in our every breath in,
a problem and
in every breath out
the sound of autumn.

Chirp of spring
even in the garden
of dreams,
impossible!

The horizon is deaf
and the sky, blind!
Sandy cyclone all around,
barefooted, alone, separate
how long we have to run in the desert?

The closed circles and the shut fortresses,
the fires ablaze
our sun is not yet
free of the eclipse!

That’s why
in name of the bleeding scars
on our backs
I scream to the city,
“the declaration that
the line
dividing one man from the other
is erased,
is a rumor,
nothing but a rumor!”