WE ARE SMALL Poem by Claude Esteban
WE ARE SMALL
We are small, so small you would say, that death
will forget about us
how well you spoke on the heath, I finished
by believing you, the fool
I imagined death like a mother
who welcomes us
and who wants us to go to sleep at last,
but you were only the fool
you muddled the signs mervellously,
as for myself
I was on the edge of the void, I waited.
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