One final poet to turn to,
before going to spread
the images and voices
of genocide, one more
poet who lives the death
from which I have closed
myself these hours, cowardly.
Then it will be images of
broken humanity, and
people who speak with
forked-tongues, blessing
massacres while pretending
to care of the children
they sentence to death.
08.11.2023
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