From
death till dawn
I stayed
strangely awake
in bitterness
on the field
one
night. Close to the feet
the
jackals were howling ‒
I got
to the place where
there aren’t
dolour and sob
without
the proud life full
of
bitterness up on the summit
down in the valley.
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