Excarnation
with white gloves
carries it on his shoulders, - the sand
shatters-
-in the dance of the heat
the eagles wait solemnly
leave my body soft
in the air, leave it up
up
on the tower of silence
at the origin of rain
forbidden to the earth
waiting for the rescuers of the sky
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2023
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