they had come to walk through my night
each step spreading a little wider
the slit of my glued eyes
the wheat had not yet burned
and there was still flesh left
under the September sun
I had been following them for a while
them
the dogs that roam between worlds
that men poison
becoming wild again
abolishing the frontier
that our languages have drawn
tracing circles
hunting for food
bringing us back
among the earth
in its brutal reality
under the shade of olive trees
I saw again
the throwing of stones
I saw again
that man on the beach
his two dogs
showing their fangs
at the slightest approach
barking and banging
the gunshots
carcasses piled up
later
the gestures of an animal
that rises with the day
despite the bits of metal
in the skull of wandering
the crack
at the beginning and end of things
and then everything floated
in the morning that still lingered
extract from my personal notebook
June 2023, Bin El Ouidane, Morocco
