from the gloomy skies, thousands of birds
are crashing down, swallowed up by glowing
fires up to entrails. without any guide,
sightless in flight, struck, snapped up
and crushed, harshness screaming,
breakings and knocked spirals.
hearts are bleeding, feathers are crackling

gaping orbits, devoid of consumed eyes
are filling up, with last red tears
which are clotting one by one on the sterile
ground ... from the crash of skulls, few
pale fragments carried by a wave, are rising;
earth is darkened by a mud on which the trees
will live again...

atrocity has its own ground: ultimate silt final feeding

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