No, No I Have Not Enough Words
… to them
Death, death,
I would write about this death
that creeps into life
- unexpected, bloody -
with constant tremendous pace;
about this death
impressed on the pale faces
of the survivors,
of those who have escaped;
about this death,
about the eternal Cain,
that as malignant wild beast
captures and devours
without logic or rationality;
about this death
that crazy unworthy and impure hands
stretch - macabre wings -
on the future of souls and bodies
becoming case, fate, judge.
I would write about this death
but no, no, I have not enough words
of outrage, anger and grief !
Marco
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