Discover Ivan’s haunting poetic reflection on migrant tragedies published on DifferentTruths.com, capturing the harrowing reality of lives lost at sea.
Corpse No. 2,
the shadow of the wave reflected in my right retina,
hands clenched to grasp Mediterranean sands
worn under red surfing bermudas.
Corpse No. 7,
muffled screaming attempts at the pit of my stomach
Marrakech hash maps in my pockets,
scanty dirhams sewn between my purse and trousers,
led me to the mouth of the abyss.
Corpse No. 12,
‘Eloi, Eloi, lemà sabactàni’,
I don't remember who was shouting it to whom
not being written in the Koran:
I too died invoking it in vain.
Corpse No. 18,
retreating on the roads between the dunes of Misrata,
in a thirsty slalom between friendly and enemy missiles,
and dying of water.
Corpse No. 20,
although nomads, like me, sway
on desert ships, detonated fluids,
they will never get used to drowning.
Every grave of the unknown migrant
whispers that it is hard to embrace
a death that comes from the sea.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Ivan Pozzoni was born in Monza . Between 2007 and 2018, different versions of the books were published: Underground and Riserva Indiana, with A&B Editrice, Versi Introversi, Mostri, Galata morente, Carmina non dant damen, Scarti di magazzino, Here the Austrians are more severe than the Bourbons, Cherchez the troika. et The Invective Disease with Limina Mentis,Lame da rasoi, with Joker, Il Guastatore, with Cleup, Patroclo non deve morire, with deComporre Edizioni and Kolektivne NSEAE, with Divinafollia. He wrote 150 volumes, wrote 1000 essays, founded an avant-garde movement (NéoN-avant-gardisme, approved by Zygmunt Bauman). His verses are translated into 25 languages.
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