A VIBRATION / DARDARAREN BAT
9 in the morning, freshly made coffee coursing my veins
no one outside, can’t think why
total silence, this is no dystopia:
it’s Monday and Gorka’s my name
11:22 and I haven’t seen a soul
by now worried, I head for a piece of land
everyone with their ears to the rails
to pick out an approaching train, or about to be beheaded
So, tell me
can you hear anything, any vibration?
Will someone come to us in the end?
Everyone silently with their ears to the rails
not far from the black tunnel
not that far from the black tunnel
So, tell me: can you hear anything, any vibration?
Will someone come to us in the end?
And if so, tell me how fast
and whether we have time to forget what has happened so far
and what we have to offer
unless it’s the desire to be elsewhere
and this showing off
whether we are doomed to be witnesses
when the verdict is handed down
