TO THE LIVING, TO THE GUILTY

We are dead.
You, who

let us die

are alive.

You breathe,

you feel

the air

in your lungs.

You feel

the breeze

on your face.

You feel

the earth

under your feet.

We, the dead,

feel the earth

heavy atop

our unmoving

breasts, our

lungs empty

but worms.

Never again

breeze on our faces,

never again

air in our lungs,

never again

the soil under our feet.

Never again

life.

26.01.2018