SUICIDE STREET / Poem by Ibrahim HONJO

Poem by Ibrahim HONJO
 
 
SUICIDE STREET
 
Do not go to that street at night
that is the street of suicide
it is the street of prostitutes
it is the street of fear and shame
it is the street – of madness
some other music is playing there
people are singing some other songs there
other sounds can be heard there
and a strange light
is covering the desert landscape
on the blind side of the street
the traces of non return are lit
framed in red bouquets
everyone has gone from that street
do not go to that one-way street
because it is the street of suicide
do not go to that street even during the day
there are homes without a name and number
with black graffiti from the ground to the roof
with broken window panes
and rotting doors
do not go to that street day or night
because you will disappear in one direction
they will eat you up and swallow you in a second
it is a street of suicide and prostitutes
a street of fear and shame
a street without a blink and breath
it is the endless one-way street
blinded street
where they eat human flesh
and drink human blood.

 

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