I’ll kill you – a person once said
half the audience laughed
and half paled in fear
I pivotted my head along my nape
and nodded sideways –
to the left, to the right… I kept on doing
half thought it was denial
half took it for an approval
and I thought what language was all about!
The way we speak
with words, without words
we end up in different ports
though we all start from the same embryonic inception
no matter where we go
armed with words, or without words
emptiness is a ruthless orator
an empty plate always means the same
with no room for translation
hunger is the mother tongue of us all…
Poem selected by Emilia Mirazchiyska, series’ editor.
