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The Prey's Buzz
1
The resurrection
Its afterglow
Burns the face of the sunset.
On Earth
Thirsty
That dream.
The deep-black ash's thirst
Is the border's drizzle.
2
The ocean blood's cascades
Is a mirror of the water's
afterglow,
Processions
Assailing from a distance
On her two shoulders
Dangles
The angles' b-r-o-k-e-n wings.
3
The night
Wounded such as the day.
Necks without tin hats
Ready for the cutting.
Children's feet
Yearning for a red balloon.
4
The butterflies' soughs
That they breathed
The new spring of life,
Alone...
Awaits
The envy of the flowers.
The souls
That tore apart their bodies
Also accept the wail.
The mothers
Returning like captures
From the collective cemeteries
With compassion steps.
5
The skulls of the dead
Sunk by absence
And forgetfulnessö
Rose their lips.
The smile of the meeting
Shone
After the first wipe
On yesterday's nearest lips.
6
In the night
As soon as the doors close
And the light turn off
alone Mothers
Pray
For a dream's whisper
Passing behind the clouds.
7
Foxes
Cooking the soup
Of the sun
Which parted life
Last night.
8
Our back yards,
Streets,
And date palms
Are without heads
Its shiny hair
A cobweb.
In the killing angles
Is the prey's buzz.
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