this time
pale yellow fish
floating
dead on the
river seine.
brown child
looks at it in passing
on a boat
paddled by emaciated
rebels from
the saluyong basin
violence subdued
upon the notes of a mourning
violinist
in the middle of the night
i shed tears
even for those whose names
i haven't known
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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