Traslated by Yana Nikolova

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If a war started, would someone say “go”?

Would there be people who track

whether everyone’s dying fair and square?

Would poisonous gas be banned, so that

people get killed by humane machine guns,

by bombs, smarter than the nations’ leaders,

by tanks, more brutal than Mondays?

Would peace rallies be held

where war doesn’t

eat kids for breakfast?

Would people convene

to decide the fate of peoples?

What would they discuss?

Who would count the corpses,

or would the count be an estimate?

Would all of us die,

or nobody important?

How far would

the nearest humanity be?

Would we know it

when we come across it?

Hopefully not in a long movie about killing;

a documentary on the fight for the mortal remains

of some long extinct species. 

BEYOND BREATHING

To write is dumb: like a watch without a battery

that nobody even looks at.

To be read is different: like a timer of a bomb

that by its nature goes off on time.

To be understood is a utopia and suggests

that you yourself know what you’re talking about.

When in fact you’re just fighting off time by writing

so that you remain something more

than breathing and ceasing

to breathe.