What did I think about
independence,
he asked
by the roadside
and still
keeps asking, even though
it was all cleaned up right away
it took only a moment
for the page to heal
a jungle
of words to shoot up, and it
covered, covered
in that sense
sentences are conceived
he pushes
mike
into mouth, sense-
lessly, in the ruins of
freedom, in the camp
where the same man
still lives,
he walks
the same
alleys as
before, buys
the same
foodstuffs, in a moment’s
madness its capricious
glitter the road
leads to the culprits’
party to a garden
where we
are compelled to live
this
accursed day
which
is a gift
which
is a gift