Demptius

would you also be able to cry 
arriving where you called home, 
seeing every empty and cold corner 
without even the shadow of the one who left? 
I speak of these colossal absences 
hammering at every moment 
a nail of anguish in the chest, 
just to make it clear that absolutely everything 
has lost its meaning and in the window of the planet 
only a sad and desolate landscape 
of remoteness reigns, 
the devastated and battered land 
by the sound of a wind that doesn't care to be bad, 
sweeping inhumanly 
the place where all the names 
that you call by the same poisoned letters dwell, 
the place where each new face of the days 
belongs to the same ghost 
that for your nightmare and torture 
no longer haunts you.

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 6/14/2022 3:02:00 PM

Deep sadness here, Marco, pretty much how I felt coming back from the military and finding I wasn't welcome in my father's home and that all of my few possessions had been thrown out. This is sort of like taking up residence on a new planet and looking back on the desolation we've made of the late planet Earth.