We are interesting
people.
Our arms
and also our teeth,
every mark of resistance
holds something of interest.
And in the ground,
when we are inhabited
by tiny monsters
when nothing but smoke
sits in our sockets,
even then we are
incredibly interesting.
And we want
the grass
above our heads
to know it,
and death
to understand it,
along with the bird
that lives underneath us
with its irremediably
large beak.
EN 
MK