No, No I Have Not Enough Words

… to them Death, death, I would write about this death that creeps into life - unexpected, bloody - with constant tremendous pace; about this death impressed on the pale faces of the survivors, of those who have escaped; about this death, about the eternal Cain, that as malignant wild beast captures and devours without logic or rationality; about this death that crazy unworthy and impure hands stretch - macabre wings - on the future of souls and bodies becoming case, fate, judge. I would write about this death but no, no, I have not enough words of outrage, anger and grief ! Marco