i arrived late
and we are too tired
to talk but you
strike a conversation
for a starter
perhaps about Delia who
a month ago passed away
defeated by that cancer of
her colon
which metastasized aggressively
eating her out
and taking her away from everybody,
her daughter, her grandson
and devastated husband.
i told you she lives in a
different world now, and it
won't take long
perhaps even less than a
year
that she will be forgotten
perhaps not by her daughter
or her grandson much more with
her devastated husband, but
not with us, or you who is just
a friend and who is too
busy with all these mundane
matters.
i tell you again, there is
another world out there and
it is not interested at all
about us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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