once more our wasted prayers
over a crowd of corpses
once more our whispers of affliction
while we hope once more for rain
this time to wash the blood from our hands
you do not know
you do not know
the sadness seizing at my throat
the sorrows i’ve memorized
this life
i hope it be the very last
already too long lasted
and lived out of habit
only the earth understands
who will bear the weight of my soul
still i want to dance
i want to sing and read poems
make love and drink
and drown myself in kisses
as there are no wonders left in the world
save your sweet mouth
michèle voltaire marcelin
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