EVERY MOMENT SURPRISES US

 

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The air is turned blue by souls
and by turtledoves, all those who
died did not tell us they were dying
every moment surprises us
that we are still breathing
after the repeated disasters
and we continue to endure
the hope, the misfortune,
although knowing
that all are good things
like bread and wine,
like Holy Communion
knowing that death is a state
of perfection, the only one
within a mortal's reach,
death is our summary
just as a skylark dies
upon the wind.
'Stop the massacre!' the night cries out.