this does not concern us, we say
we harbor hopelessness
we put the weather into the embrace
we left the script at the door
and the dialogues die in monosyllables
this does not concern us, we repeat
and rid of evil what we were tomorrow
what we will be yesterday
since today we are not here yet
this is a place empty of pretense
everything we say will be used in our shadow
this definitely does not concern us, we say
and we nailed a blank poster above the bed
it will be your hand or my hand or the claw of flattery
who is in charge of filling it with letters
of a grammar that will change our mouths
that does not concern us, we say, and we look for the rock
and we light the fire that roams between the bones
enunciating the alibi of the snow. but that, of course,
it does not concern us either.