9 september 2013
THE NEXT WALL
the whispering voices
laid down the arms on the skull of the leader,
father of pain, then asked the guns to fire
a last volley towards home
targeting the prudence of fingernails
who crossed the gap
seventy thousand years ago,
the progenitors with exposed genitalia:
the dead man's mouth was full of
secrets, my god, they were frozen pistons
of sugar, face bloated of pride,
absolutely white,
the skin had been very kind
a pink shade of poetry, you deliver
a rose for unnamed soldier
I break the windows and mirrors
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