Speaking Threat Poem by Darlan M Cunha

Because I don't expect to stay here anymore, and I won't,
so much so that I already see myself as a walker
in some wilderness so far from here that no procession
of whining will come to me, and so

time to put the source to work
rumours, a thick haze of discouragement
to change sides, and then to madness.
It's time to eat and drink different, to know

that in different places the weight of air is different.