b.z. niditch | a brechtian hunger


Seeing you disappear
in the pushcart
of worldly sorrows
your child-like visibility
became closer to us
in the port city
where you scavenge
among cast-offs,
shaming the tourists
with their mountains
of cameras
here among a volume
of recycled faces
a ghost-like play write too
was searching
by the harbor
for someone to act
in a drama
about people
of the port city
and no one need invent you,
everyone hides
to keep what is forgotten.

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