Long Listed for the 2023 Griffin Poetry Awards
And they were marching ahead, heavy and shining
because of a thick fat sweat,
with a stupid laughter of those who don’t expect
anything anymore
like those who have made up their minds to commit
something horrible.
And they kept on marching and they whirled and went
up and down and they twisted themselves and multiplied
and they walked, step aside, step aside,
give space to the dead.
And the sun went down in the conflagration of the dusk.
Where are they going? Where are they going?
Stop them
the generals gesture
the ministers and whores tremble
stop them
the tall hats fall off
the fur coats turn into animals again and bite
their necks
the gigantic shadow of the dead crushes their bones
the officials shrink under that unbearable shadow
like accordion that closes.
Soldiers attack
officers attack
companies to the arms
attack
e big crosses bite deep the chests of the generals
whose horrible eyes flow out to the streets
and stir like spiders
how can we kill the killed, your excellency
Ha ha ha
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