The Dams
we were not those complacent creatures,
we had less sordid smiles
when we didn't know each other better
and at the tables we attended we were real.
every dish, every letter, every word,
all followed the authentic singularity that we were,
different from this plastic and polite anomaly of today,
carved in these same streets of ugly corners,
accepting solemnly the interpretations,
fearing what they will think
and the concepts they would have of us.
the white bark of the fierce world is this:
chaos and clear warning that the seasons swelled.
there's a dam breaking here and there
and what flows is the lava that washes us and takes us
and we are the weeping,
we are the ones who are not prepared
for this nightmare,
for this wake up.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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