I respond to the winds
I stay still
let those who have no memory
be torn under the violent sun.
The body shall not resurface.
Just as it was
it disintegrated in slow fright
in the currents
it will be now unrecognisable.
There are some who can’t remember
that the floating body has no memory.
The frightened ones are those
who, in turn, are present
at the recognising
of another body
besides theirs,
they can’t disentangle
thought from memory
but only thought
from its repetition.
They get scared and they shoot to kill
I, at a gallop
shoot back
I stay still.
I think of this
I dive into this.
And yes, the body
floats
and gallops.
Extraordinary circumstances
require extraordinary answers
I shoot back
I stay still.