Poems

If this is a lament/an elegy/a requiem

They are talking about a country that doesn’t exist
 
A language, a fraternity that doesn’t exist.
 
There is no speech
 
No words.
 
 
If the world is for being understood
 
Who is going to explain/tell about death
 
The breath of the mountains
 
The darkness falling down
 
Who is going to explain/tell,
 
What grows in a child’s dream
 
Who?
 
 
The wings of the birds
 
Are flapping from an old tale towards me
 
The proximity of the flesh/skin to the stone
 
That the women tell about.
 
 
It is clear that I was a tree,
 
When darkness fell down
 
From beyond the mountains
 
Whomever I remember they look at me with pain.
 
 
If this is a lament
 
Crying has not started yet.