So when did we meet

was it centuries ago
in a Romani tent in Hungary
or perhaps, that time in a groaning caravel
when we sailed from Turkey
or was it indeed in the time
with the concentration camp graves in rows
who knows

I, however, know that
we are like birds that sing and fly

fly and sing
always free

please never
reload your dull shotgun
and maybe let me greet you
once again

but no, what the fuck

they loaded those shotguns again and again

but that is criticism, one has to accept it

and live with it and blow it away