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.
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