LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
III
A line of scaffold gallows were erected on the main road
“did we have so many enemies, then?” we asked ourselves
almost with fear as the ships constantly brought more
slaves;
in fact there was a child among them with the holy
judgment hidden in his palm,
thus, it was claimed by them; however in the evenings
as we lay down with their women, we heard from
the barracks
their sorrowful songs and their dogs which now
avoid us
standing on the walls, barking though scared, as though
guessing in darkness
the other battle, the ambivalent, for the victors
and for the defeated.
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