My eyes are cloudy
is blood that closes my blood
or others that no longer important. Between
red veil
get to see the world now chaotic tangle
of dismembered bodies.
A blazing sun pours its heat
wicked up with his golden hand
the stench of the dead
and here I am, still standing but not
my legs already surrendered
not
my back and my chest hurt my head even
can react.
No, no and no
still standing but only because at this time
burning if I fall, if I drop
embrace my death.
11 July 2007
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