To think
To think that those legs
Those arms
The breasts
The pearls of eyes
The nose
The cheeks
The smile…
The rest!
A hundred years from now
These will have melted
And the stink remains
The bones of leg
Of thigh
The skull
Cranium..
The rest! ....
Of dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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