The silence of a poet is a terrorist
act,
said Dan Fante.
But I want to say
the devil’s supper,
a stranger’s door,
a man’s property,
a bitch,
the mother of your children.
Whatever they call her,
she doesn’t utter a
word
even if they try to kill her like a
mosquito,
she tosses like a scared bird on a
tiny branch.
Dan Frante is silent, the
woman is silent too,
unaware that omission is
a terrorist act
according to international
conventions.
translated by Kujtim Morina
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