body and word

I must get rid of myself

of this despictable body:

the ashes of fires burned.


I must, must close the cloud

and have the tears on

and quiet the graves of no-body.


I must, must see the bark of dogs

the cats and their eyes silently watching

and the beast voice of a murder without a victim


I´m not somebody, nor anybody

I'm just an image

freaking out

in the skin of the words