Good Mourning

Good Mourning

Tell me – Good Mourning! –
come to my tomb:
my dead remains are tucked
in this womb.
My feelings, my limbs
turning into putrid ooze,
whom is to be scattered
into molecular nulls.
Hurry up! I’m a part of a tree!
I’m a part of a being –
Some atoms, you know,
are part of a wing.
Hurry up! I’m fading
while I sing –
many years could not stop me
from singing you hymns…
Seeds are sparse and deserted
all behind me.
They didn’t pay their due.
But now I am free.

Giuseppe Circiello

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