That revolution…

That revolution
With eyes glittering like a goat
With gestures of a plump insect
Make women pray and children cry

That revolution
Thirsty for blood
In a torn robe of a hermit
Scans the woods
For a thousand corpses
A thousand times

I thought corpses were taller
Bigger
Heavier

That revolution
Hostage to the dream of the Just
Is a mountain with two profiles

I thought corpses lived
Under polychromes roofs

When the night draws back her curtains
A monk and his twin shadow
The innocent and his murderer
Dig the earth for cubic spaces
To bury the dead

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