Judgement Poem by Juan Arabia

Judgement

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We leave the city behind,
misfortunes, miss for tunes, etcetera;
where we no longer sow
any songs.

Our flute became trapped
inside a willow's root —
punishing the ground,
upheaving streets and sidewalk slabs.

We set afar, among friends —
where cows sip,
where sap flows.

Our verses must
soar for judgement,
but in wild, wilder lands…

Thursday, October 6, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: Judgement
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Translated by Patricio Ferrari
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