Going Home
People
to buy a house,
To build a safe house
on the cements
on the roofs of other houses
to own a sweet home
To cross the border,
over the barbed-wire fence
To get house
No one lives in
To be a gray bull
to cross the boundary,
follows him from afar
Groans of the horned black cows,
follow him in the distance
but the bull feels
contrary to his own brightening,
fading night grows darker and darker
He can't even see
a dot ahead of himself.
Slipped into the fine pitfalls.
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