by Primo Levi
Once more he sees
his companions' faces
Livid in the first faint light,
Nebulous in the mist,
Tinged with death in their
At night, under the heavy burden
Of their dreams,
their jaws move,
Chewing a non-existant turnip.
'Stand back, leave
me alone, submerged people,
Go away. I haven't dispossessed anyone,
usurped anyone's bread.
No one died in my place. No one.
into your mist.
It's not my fault if I live and breathe,
drink, sleep and put on clothes.'