From Kun elän (“As I Live”)

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From Kun elän (“As I Live”)

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VIII

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

AuthorJyrki Kiiskinen
2018-08-21T17:23:05+00:00 December 15th, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 57|0 Comments