Poetry
from Except for This Unseen Thread

Feet
They just finished their work
and went to rest
now they’re thinking of outcomes
of prize money
of balls they have kicked
of waters they have dived into
of chains
they must think about all of this
with courage
regardless of regrets
they must return again
to the same mistake
and to the same disappointment
just as boldly
In Front of Stone Ovens
They stand in queues
solemn and proud
not speaking to each other
not turning around
waiting on a captivating moment
an enchanting moment
Someone has dropped a sun
like a coin from his hand
on which an ear of wheat is drawn
It’s rolling down the ground
People are moving around, in no order,
they’re making noise
The sun sets
in the fetid water
The ear fell
The stone ovens are now sealed
with red wax
The queues no more
Strict
the order very so