Francisco Meirino

Birth was the death of him

like matches goes out
we pin down our pain
like shreds, we decline
we turn against blank walls shiny blank walls
facing shiny shrines
in our heads, facing down
over our heads, growing grey
we faint
In black clothes
we are nothing here
by being so close, we obey the cycle we lick our lips
we taste our tears
we turn away
who knows
how far we will all fall ?

Dedicated to the memory of Kiko C. Esseiva

Assembled at Shiver Mobile, Lausanne, 2024, by Francisco Meirino
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