I am bold

The blood sample tells me

I am the bearer of your bad blood.

I bear witness to it:

The bad blood between you and the world.

My innocence would make you cry

I tell them.

I’ve done nothing wrong.

When the whites withdraw

I will fall to nothingness.

Your numbers cross all borders

The whites have already withdrawn.

Remorse will spare you

Nature is a show of kindness.

The blood talks

All their words are numbers.

I must bury my memories

I must bury my imagination.

No more words

I tell them. Hunger, thirst

Shouts – dance dance dance dance

And bury your dead in my belly.