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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