2 march 2020
Defeating Death
To you, I
send my silence,
before the fire starts, to engulf
the open barn.
This mourning must stop.
I will wash your feet, of mud
and wet grass. You have
come after crossing the jungle of black roses.
Tomorrow I will call swallows.
A peacock will replace the
ruined, plundered, silk poppies.
The bleeding sky turns blue.
On the road, echoes
of greedy words will eat the smiles.
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