SURLEAC MARIUS

What if?

What if the writers wouldn’t have had hands?

 wouldn’t be any poetry?
the poets would become orators,
our brains would become libraries –
continuously build up in the land of thoughts

 What if the orators would die?

 the feet would give birth to poems?
we would have corns when we’d write novels
and the screams of pain would be called
ballads