Simple Nouns

When the new road opens, another horizon
closes over the far distant howl.

Dormant, starving Siberian wolves,
in waiting between cyanide trees, have learnt
a new set of words, mainly verbs,
to restore the remains of a world in times of peace.

Now the most atrocious crimes are committed on Sundays
during the afternoon picnic.

With everybody gone away to a sunnier island,
the overgrown garden covers up white bodies
aligned with precision along the main boulevard.

A genocide of historic proportions has begun –
the simple nouns against the reality of oppression.


Maria Stadnicka
Illustration Nick Victor



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