7th of December


The cook leaves his cauldrons
to go feed a sparrow
however the song doesn’t last long
the dead, under the soil, absorb it.
We hastily write
meaningless numbers
on cigarette packages.
Addition, subtraction,
addition, subtraction
yet counting, re-counting,
you finally manage not to cry.

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