What moves through the cracks of the walls
Infant broken cries cast to milkless mothers
Who live in those too tall buildings
Buildings cloud sky scraping
Ant hole noisy towers
Rustling like leaves of an autumn yet to come
Center decentered beehives
And blind blinking traffic lights
Street arteries bleeding pulse beats
Underground prayer of too busy trains
Lined upon the city palm
A hidden message there was you thought
Build boarding flashlights its beams torn apart
This is a place of a used to be
A place of will be bridges towering
There are too many tears the river will cry
There is too much water the ocean will roar
But quite enough to cover it all
Thus will declaim the hounds
And you
Soaking sorrow wet wiped away in ground
You will become a runaway thought of the earth undone
Who’ll care for it
Who’ll date to touch it
Who’ll be there to..do it
‘My soul unsealed
City dived little cradle tombs
And I have seen a wound and a healing
Silk woven see through covering all
Breath choked illhailed rising to the sun! ’
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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