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For what?

Date Written: October 2, 2017

For what saints and what Gods

Do the lambs pour forth their blood?

For which flowers with black lace petals

Do the sparrows cry with trembling voices?

For which dark late mornings 

Flows the mist that swallows me?

Which quarter of purple tears 

Deceives my grief, turning it into a sin?

The saints weep no more

And the color disappeared from my prayers.

The drought took over the earth 

Making people think they're humans. 

Our beloved kids grew teeth,

Bitting from ancestors and from us, 

Bitting from the sky and from the earth, 

Bitting even from the dead trying to rest.

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