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I want to look at what happened;

That done,

As silent as the roots of plants pierce the soil

I look at what happened,

Whether above the houses there is always either smoke or dust,

As there are always flies above a dead dog.

I want to look at what happened.

That done,

As silent as plants show colour: green,

I look at what happened,

When houses make me ask: do people live there?

As there is something wrong when I ask – is that man alive?

I want to look at what happened.

That done,

As silent as the life of a plant that makes you see it

I look at what happened

When knives creep in and out of people

As day and night into time.

I want to look at what happened,

That done,

As silent as plants bloom and the eye tells you:

something has happened.

I look at what happened.

When jails are becoming necessary homes for people

Like death comes out of disease,

I want to look at what happened.