Any Of Us Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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It rains on the shoes, certainly on many
weightless mouths around the world
warning once again how painful this is
because it escapes the circuit, the rain
and the cemetery spreads humers and radios, basins
skulls whose abc was left on some tombstone
crashed, the social flood fertilizes fear
adorns the darkness in the square of questioning.

From where so many dead? Do we need them?
What other fate to give them?




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DeepL.com, Deutschland. March 2020