Once more he sees his companions' faces

Livid in the first faint light,

Gray with cement dust,

Nebulous in the mist,

the-survivor-


Tinged with death in their uneasy sleep.

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,

Haven't usurped anyone's bread.

No one died in my place. No one.

Go back into your mist.

It's not my fault if I live and breathe,

Eat, drink, sleep and put on clothes.'