Strange coincidence Death- Death made manifest
the creator's death- is his rebirth tonight
this day it came- the fatal invitation.
Secret bells toll- Secret funebre they knell
mute light of mist cocooned us- stifled this dark earth of ours
blood sprinkled- the sunset our ears.
Earth widowed mother- Mother of repeated sorrows
you know the terrors- weave them with tears
the black of widowhood-don the veil.
Descend from the mountains- Descend on desolate squares
and search for the laurel leaves- of the crowned days of old
that perhaps you may not find - but braid your hair.
[To the memory of innocent war victims]
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