WHO WILL DIE TONIGHT?

Tonight

we hear the voices of machine-guns

not death’s footsteps

Who guides the bullet to choose who dies?

The one who fires the gun ?

The bullet ?

Death itself ?

The one who dies?

Or you, hiding we don’t know where?

Or you, who we call by name?

Who will rest among us?

The sniper?

The bullet?

Or the one who stays behind to count the dead,

Or the one who waits because the sniper missed his target,

Or the one far away struck with sadness, not knowing why,

Or the one who died?

Dear universe, good people were killed by other good people’s hands

Is there a candle in this darkness?

Is there a guide for those who leave tonight so they’ll arrive at the threshold of

light?

And not at the threshold of other darknesses?

Where are we?

And who are we ?

And where is this path leading ?

Is time moving through us

While it starts and ends with us?

Will it leave with us to reach a different time?

Dear universe, I would like to swim in you like an invisible seed

Inaudible too

But felt

I would like to leave this place

I would like to climb toward you, toward you