I have dipped my fingers
in the blood of the victim
and asked for the version of the surgeon.
The precocious death?
Do I need another witness?
Who was trapped under the fallen tree?
Only the passer – by was hit
not the bulldozer
which comes from the palace.
After the rain, tortoises will come out,
parrots will be shot down
without any qualms.
Molten lava flows on the thighs.
I come before the symphony and shout:
our homes are burning.