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POEM NO. XII

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POEM NO. XII

 

A pile of soiled laundry flies up into the air and drops. It is a flock of

white doves. Propaganda that, on the other side of this piece of the sky the

size of one's palm, the war is over and peace has come. One piled-up flock

of doves cleans the filth from its feathers. On this side of the sky the size of

one's palm, it becomes the beginning of a war that pounds and slaughters

the flock of white doves with a baton. If it gets dirtied by black soot in the

air, the flock of white doves flies off again to the other side of the palm-sized

sky.

 


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