If someone tells you it's not for sure...

If someone tells you it's not for sure,
tell him to come here,
to put his hands over his stomach and swear,
to bear witness to the whole truth.
To see the light in the oily street,
the stopped cars,
the people passing and passing,
the four doors which face the East,
the empty bicycles,
the bricks the affectionate quicklime,
the bookshelves tumbling behind you,
the gray hairs on your father's head,
the son your wife never had,
and the money the walks in with its mouth full of shit.
In the name of the undefeated God
in the contest of the democracies,
tell him to swear he's seen and heard.
Because he's also got to hear the crime of the cats
and keep his ears glued to the big clock they keep
    winding...