LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
We had nothing left but our memories like the black trace
of an old armour over us; serpents den inside the
drums and
in these courtyards, amid the dirty animals, sometimes
the shadows extend their hand to us.
Nobody has forgiven us for having lived in silence and
with lowered eyes
and tomorrow, when the estimators, calm by the portico, begin
their review,
we’ll appear timid to them or at least faint-hearted. However
this star in the sky
is the stone we kept in our mouth just that our sighs wouldn’t
escape.
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