I Chew Only Once Poem by Nicolae COANDE

I don't remember when I first came here,
as if I have been here since the beginning of time in this filthy neighborhood
where a burnt tongue whimpers in moldy kitchens.
I feel better now in my cells in the dead-end,
a piece of bread, the hand brings it to the mouth - up to the mouth,
the hands devour the bread. I started with "no" and that's how I will end.
with bored teeth, I tear from my shoulder, tired of the noise outside.
fat flies buzz above, foolish musicians play.
I chew only once.