A mouse gnaws my character
Every time thus
exercises his rituals with my words
And when I searched for what was left from them,
I never found :
Other then the poem.

Another mouse
happily plays upon my paper
crosses its lines suspiciously
And when stops
At the end of the paper
I waited for him
To finish his game
He turned away
I came near the paper
To see his astonishment's secret
I found :
The poison.

A third mouse
gnaws our dreams,
Our childhood
When ever it blooms
And our empty pockets
When ever they empty.

A fourth mouse
An impudent tongue
His job : The gnawing
Also the gnawing
Nothing else
He ... ...
A mouse gnaws another mouse.
 

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Translated by: Said Alwaely