A poem
She looked out of the window
– in a desperate last effort
to stop the world, with her intensity
It should stop
– its rotation
– its perfidity
It should all end with
a silence. No more of it –
She looked out of the window
but the world kept crumbling down.
She sank down in herself
– and she would never come back – what else should you expect? What do you want to say
if nothing else worked?
Someone was always walking
behind her
following, a shadow, a nightmare, the hypocrisy. The hate.
Why those men won’t leave her alone?
You can smell the heat, can’t you? She could.
How she could do it – was a mystery – but she could smell the heat.
The violence coming from it.
But the world kept crumbling down.
