We're there, panting, pale, clumsy
spluttered, mulling over our speech unnecessary
That may well be the words, hollow, empty and senseless
Against this emerging nightmare for this grieving mother
What about this loving father who switches to wind
Who crumbles in pain, this rock, this giant
Small nascent bubble exploded in midair
You leave behind you on our rivers Soil
I want to scream their sentence in a hoarse cry powerful
And you also hear it in your gaping
This chasm, the abyss that closes on you
In a trembling heart, for the last time.
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