I stoop under the barrier
walking along wire fences
guardian dogs bark
windows with shut blinds
in front or in the back of these houses
with no answers
if someone shouts no

stoned in a hailstorm
after a long lasting silence
like an anesthetic perfused in the marrow
I feel so awake that I shiver
up to my finger nails

I turn my head over my back
to feel the rain in my eyes
to put an end to this painless moment
tightening my belt
on a prolonged siesta hour
facing this dead-end street

a seesaw sings in my brain
crying like a squeaking door
opened and shut on and on
I am a sensitive corpse
lounged on the earth’s anvil