Untitled #10 Poem by Janina Degutyte
Untitled #10
I pray to stars and to grass.
To the sacred bubbling of a living spring.
I pray this evening for everyone, -
for the sainted, for the accursed,
for the righteous.
A savage bridge of conflagrations and gore
connects catacombs, inquisition courts
and concentration camps.
The mountain of ashes is piled high.
A gray evening. A gray bird.
This evening I pray for everyone.
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