Evening Prayer
I am a tree today
to roots,
to heaven.
The mower passed the sickle
like a moon.
What was unnecessary – cut off.
The remains were burnt,
to be clean
as in a picture of Chagall.
Pray for the dead innocent
and for children.
Evening.
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