“Exodus is almost death
If not death itself
Being forced to leave without packing up
With eyes closed, without caring to
Lock the door behind, without
Worrying about the direction to take
Just leaving after sleepless frightening nights
Walking down the stairs
Feeling one’s legs and the earth under one’s feet
Where should the feet walk without weakness?
Just leaving with bits of papers
If any remaining one could save your life
Forced to desert places, people
Look like wreckages: they
Walk because they have to
Walk to escape death
Only this could could never be certain

Exodus is almost-hell
If not hell itself – It is the image
Of disaster if not disaster itself
Staying home is impossible
Leaving home is impossible
Panoramic desolation