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Nov 2015
Where do the wrecks of our children lie????????????????????????????????
Lukewarm as a silent draught in saturated heads
Yellowed in smoothness
                      of apples with silk so ancient and in vermouth
                                                        ­                                          so cheap
                                         mixed with the chlorine water of the city
where do the wrecks of our children lie
                                   lukewarm
                                                      & yellowy
                                                         ­               & tremulous
just like an archangel's gesture
which we use for forcing them to leave us
for ages or for never

Yes, our expelled white and green and yellow cry
thirstily yells in the desert of bedsheets
and with the skin in a sweat up to our neck
we struggle for that smell in the air with beginning
of decay
which belongs to our
doubled loneliness
From Stop-time (published 1969)
Written by
Adasyev  Praha/Želivec
(Praha/Želivec)   
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