Malay is

Malay is reading on a terrace
The crows beheaded for quite a time
I live nearby the Mohsin cesspool
Where I return after the restoration of the crows
Malay is three thousand and sixty-eight years old
If someone is able to count the days with words
This amount of expressive grabbing
Is a wealth of yellowish and no lights
In a world full of executives
Malay knows how to stare at the ground
I am a fool and he is an Indian
Seeing the crescent his voice produced
I add a few crooked stars in my notebook.

Yannis Livadas, Yannis Livadas Interviewed by Ben Schot (And Five Poems), publisher: Moloko Print  / Sea Urchin Editions

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