Y2K

Y2K
Mutation of bells. Chapels vanishing in fog.
A cormorant, oil encased. Smoke, more smoke.
Zero after zero where the families were: odd
gloves and shoes, a mattress, a child’s trike.
A father carrying his daughter on one shoulder
over rocky embankments. Barbed wire on the border.
Day after day, who’s chipping this Peta?
Long time night, the usual. So forth and so on.

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