"Because of Holy Thurday"
I shall start cooking Chinese food and
walk on my knees on the stone floor
of a humble house in Lucca.
I shall transmit my message free
of charge, miserable bird
with a feeble voice.
What atrocious horror
rises to threaten me
from a dark world - I bed:
send me a final congregation
of flames and phosphorous. Relations
of suffering have laid their offsping,
unexpectedly.
I will lower down into the boiling water
more swallows nests, more sorrow.
erminia
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