16 february 2021
In War
O Earth,
today, standing on your bones
I will study my fears.
I am talking to myself
to say everything, which I don't
mean, presiding over the violence.
Bullet-ridden I
will return your sorrow
to sky, hailing the stars.
From grief to grief
I walk pigeon-toed,
to explore the mines of seed thoughts.
In summer, you
offer the naked hands to me
to write the poem of the day.
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