Suddenly a whistle
Shrieks out
Behind a passer-by
Whose body fills instantly with sawdust
Like a tree when it feels
At the edge of the forest
The saw.
Even so, says the man to himself, let’s not look round –
Maybe it’s for somebody else.
Anyway, let’s have a respite
Of a few more steps.
The whistle shrieks
Piercing
Again and again
Behind every passer-by
They turn purple, yellow, green, red
And go on walking, stiffened,
Without turning their heads.
Maybe it’s for somebody else –
Each one is thinking –
What have I done, only
One war, two wars?
And tomorrow I’ve the wedding
And the day after tomorrow my wife will give birth
In two days time I bury my parents –
I’ve so much to do, so many things.
It can’t be for me.
A child
Bought himself a whistle
And went out to try it
On the boulevard
Blowing it impishly in people’s ears.
(Marin Sorescu)
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