Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
And we retreated among the snow, the typhus,
treason, vomits
when at one moment a vague and distant song
came to our lips
like a dried up stale holy bread, which you
find when you search your old pocket
after years of adventure and unfaithfulness, and
without feeling it, lost, you put it on your lips
and your eyes get full of tears, they get foggy
among forgotten old gods and omnipotent
childish gullibility and
the defeated soldiers walk besieged by distant
visions
and with their wounds that keep them in vigil
and the great memories that uphold them;
childish landscapes and broken images of battles
reflect in their eyes, serene and austere images
of eternity.
The defeated soldiers, the defeated soldiers
have the hunger of immenseness.
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