The passion,
the fury, the fear
the adjournment
drowned
the fly
in the hot soup patiently
in this
wonderful soup then
they transferred
her into the common
and
anonymous dossiers ‒ over there
in the
dossier was the life of the fly
writeress,
over there God drowned
the fly
since He kneaded her mom
the executioner
washed the spoon
in more
waters and ate what still
had
remained in the bowl a fat soup ‒
the
dossier with the soup replaced
millions
of people ‒ middlemen,
pilferers,
spies, conquerors of credit,
people
who didn’t think about living
as do
the flies and the makers of empires
without
having any idea of life
and
they see themselves as a narrative
interrupted in the dossiers.
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