you receive
today a bullet
and a black cloth
some drops
of blood dry
on paper
you feel
threatened
and you do
not know
what to do
this is the
first time
and there
will be
another
and soon
i tell you
you get
bored
about these
threats
and true
to her word
you begin
to eat it
everyday
like lunch
and breakfast
and dinner
so what?
keep your cool
and be
hardheaded
one dies only
once anyway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem