A steel wire cuts the soul
crying mercy,
on the brink of death.
Cave
word that crumbling life.
Cave
word
nailing to the cross,
breathless
without absolution.
hands and feet tied and then hate
down
in the dark while your life
smashes through the walls black
pity.
Men, women
,
fathers, mothers
,
raped by the madness of death, the madness
ideology.
In the mist of time when
the dunes
stone Karst
dominates the night
I fancy I hear the voices, the songs and the silences of those men
who fell in the dark belly of the earth forever
reborn in Light.
Marco Martinolli
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