As if circling furious
surrounded sparks
be
holding
bodies
wailing
plaintiffs
of the wrong birth
meant the essence
As if flensed blubber
bubbling blood-distance
whale calls
knew the destruction
As if innocence
survived
or living
As if
fooled anyone
Then when tears
cannot strike
by order
&
Until the lost
lapped
through
the temporary apocolypse
there can be ordinary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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