Tinnitus

These whistles

this hammering

this roaring

this triad in the ear

- remnant of one’s love -

a longed-for silence will not return any more

Men don’t give a damn about the subtleties

Men shoot one’s mouth off

Men get high on power

Just my whistles

my hammering

my roaring

my Tinnitus in the ear

- the cost of one’s self-liberation-

plays his piece of music in a women world too