Leo Honka
Cemetery silence
emerging
from the ashes of death
next to gagged cobblestone streets
and I should be asleep
but I just can’t.
The keys of my typewriter
glowing red-hot
are razor-sharp
to the tuouch.
The night is at a standstill, now
searchlights are combing the state of siege
a few high-pitched sirens screaming
in the distance.
And I should be asleep
But I just can’t.
Strong bangs at my door
easily cornered
but not deterred:
What’s the big idea?
It’s the fight against terrorism!
Proceed!
Disappearing, without a trace
not even a timid objection
…only a few high-pitched sirens
screaming in the distance.
Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1977
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