The day the sky devoured the mountains
It’s giant fins enclosed the earth;
Harbors in mourning - stagnant fountains,
Blessed upon a blind child’s birth.
They perched themselves on tiles of rust,
They welcomed me with glistening scales:
A road to clouds of salvage and dust
In paint that feathered from the rails.
Silent watchers, hollowed flute-sticks,
Let my soles touch misted stairs,
Let me through these vapor bricks,
Let me collapse in silent prayers!
A blind child s birth
© Copyright: София Король, 2021
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