Twenty-one minutes past three in the afternoon,
and all that can be seen are
are black silhouettes
on a dark-blue background;
the day is giving birth to night
in the painful silence of the dying hamlet.
Overcast, the sky of the emerging night
will not give bright diamonds of stellar light
to be wasted on this graveyard landscape,
where lives in misery end as
the lungs and hearts struggle on,
and minds in cages of bones drown.
29.12.2018-21.02.2022
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