At a Distance of Two Graves

At a distance of two graves angels do not have wings on their backs their unrest stirs up the earth somehow a sunrise is brought closer for the eternally asleep. At a distance of two graves a bunch of discarded wings today what nobody needs anymore, I burn in voices that extinguish and collect the sky of ashes of the grass water fingers nobody makes the cross sign everyone prays for themselves and each of them has only one grave where they are almost kneeling.