I see corpses when I look at people
they are dancing with the past and dreaming about future
they desperately mark their territory
they scream
yelp
make noise
thinking that returning echo
will be them
or their soul
and there is silence
there is nothing
not even as much as blackness
that would have a meaning
they are standing squatting
it is very funny
one leg here
and there without a leg
by Frederick Rossakovsky-Lloyd
Frederick Herbert Rossakovsky-Lloyd lives and works in UK. He published nine volumes of poetry. His work can be found in numerous international anthologies.
