Cry No Longer
Cease to murder the dead,
Cry no longer, do not cry out
As if you wish them still to hear,
Still hope not yourselves to perish.
They return an imperceptible whisper,
Make no more sound
Than the growing of grass
Happy where no man passes.
Vanity
Suddenly
the limpid
stupor
of the immensity
towers
above the debris
And the man
bent
over the water
surprised
by the sun
discovers
a shadow
Wafting in pieces and
gently
floating away