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THE DECEASED’S UMBEL
On the ground
A prisoner of the ground
On the lookout for a new dawn
Your blanched eyes will follow
The parading cohort of strangers
With reclusive smiles
You will join them
And with your head lowered, you will spin around the world
No longer giving names to the trees or the birds
You will spin around
Your feet will lose their steps
You will spin around
On the decline of you and your people
You will spin around
Losing your dawn to voices from another world
You will sing
The story of those lives with no ghost
No vanished ghosts
Those lives with no dead
No vanished dead
You will sing
To the oblivion of the ground
You will sing
LOST SCREAM IN A MOUNTAIN OF SCREAMS
AT THE PEAK OF THIS COLUMN OF WORDS
YOUR HUMANITY WILL TRIUMPH
Jean Lambert-wild