We proudly present another untitled poem ©by Mari Khelashvili.
Mari is a musician and poet from Tbilisi.
hate the past
hate the forebears
hate the fetus
Follow your mind
But don’t deny your instincts
dont listen to waste matter
who’s scared of rotting in the ground
dont listen to his moans and cries
he’ll never tear his skin apart
let him decay from the inside
let him drown
and when weakness rips apart
you’ll see only skin
Hopeless withered and ripped
