Like they were someone.
Would be my head with no skull
Think couldn’t i?
And I would die!
Without backbone, can I stay vertical?
Maybe it is banal
But all the living world
Stays steady on a word.
No use to bend your body
In front of anybody.
Even a bug
Has a brain
Like a small grain.
And I?
I’m a God, I don’t die!
No bones in my arms?
I had no charms.
No fect on my ground?
I would creep around.
I keep respect for every bone
Each with its function and hard like a stone.
Over the centuries, in fossil state
They will know I was not an ape.
He is author of many books, including The Wild East and the Merry Hell, two collection of commedies
translated from Romanian and available at the New York Public Library.
POETRY: THE BONE SYSTEM
