The Burning Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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The burning ground where your feet are
that the world is made up of diagrams
well thought out, but then ripped
by wedge and battering rams
by hand in a rental season
the non-existent, promises and deaths
for prepaid orders.

If the basements burn, mice and
cockroaches in trouble, the family dishes,
growing, displayed for centuries, if it goes
no delicacy, made the weapons
of the murdered rods.



DeepL.com. Germany, March 2020.