nowadays

don't know much, never studied, but
 hooks as you see these days around
by these peripheries of the world
 you would never had imagined when little

those hooks, these claws
 they bite you and grab you and  grip you
to the dumbness of arrogance and the cry of the unsaid
 killing you
softly
little by little
day after day
after day
after day
and
after day
night

Marco Bo