The death toll rises higher than her waters,
Smeared with smuts of brain – Lampedusa
Of the iron teeth waves.
Newspapers yell!
Catacombs nurse the eerie weather beneath
The waves, weltering gently to the languor of
Buried graves where fishes nibble the feet of migrants.
With grime and brine, charcoal and burning tears,
And the tallow from weeping candles,
The sea multiplies
With flesh and blood.
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I would like to translate this poem
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