Vestiges of a broken life
under a spiny bramble.
An immense tragedy
which the hasty world
will never pause
to ponder.
A feather, a skull,
a forgotten war,
a globe spinning
in immense spaces,
and an almighty God,
satisfied (!?)
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Stan Sýkora, Castano Primo, November 11, 2007. Translated from Italian.
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