don’t overthink
you are not here to save the world
if not through saving yourself
not at least but at last
if not somewhen then now
if not at a different city
then on the bathroom floor
in a flat near jewish graves
in a park where little children
are chirping at sky pleasing it
with their summer tan

don’t overthink
you are not here to write this
so much as to read
listen to consonants dancing
like they are your president on a dancing show
listen to them firing rockets
and clearing the streets from dead bodies
listen to vowels whistling
blowing like wind
what is this sound of sirens
howling like dogs do
hearing something familiar
on the international broadcast
what is this sound of a poet
slicing his soul to find a change

don’t stop
life is a long road home
with one hour left on the clock
until your chariot turns into a terdefense patrol
it’s a fucking cheeseburger of raped cows
who die silently in their eternal gibberish muttering
not able to record it
but who taste sweet cooked medium-rare
in total war factory

don’t stop
for there is no time left
and there is no time right
to when you are standing
just a tiny claustrophobic bath of a moment
which seems to persist being everything that you know
it’s not a eulogy
just a wet floor sign
moving people around it
wherever it goes
why do you keep overthinking
the death changes nothing
with or without your handprints
carved on the maidan
with or without your gibberish muttering
filling the slaughterhouse