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In memory of the casualties of July the 1st, 2012, Zurich.

Suddenly, a loud noise broke the sleepy morning.
White troops marched down from the skies
and smashed roofs and gardens and birds
and woods broke and fell down as if cut by razors.

Then it stopped.
And we left our shelters to explore a new cold world.

No birds singing in the unnatural silence of this Sunday morning.
A thick mist came up from the melting roads
A strong nauseous smell of death spread around
as waters on the ground turned green.

When the mist lifted and the sun shined back
we could mourn billions of dead leaves and branches and flowers
green and red and yellow corpses
covered the city of Zurich with their funeral drape.

Posted by lorenzoborghi on July 1, 2012
2 Comments Post a comment
  1. 07/26/2012

    nice the text WITH the picture. Who has written it?

  2. 08/5/2012

    Thank you Alberta. It was me writing it, of course. Did you ever read my poetry artworks 😀 ?


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