In this craziest time
in mid summer,
Let’s say…
(Owl, the craziest,
laziest, the oldest,
begins his sonorous hoot;
the others: old, young, men
and women,
with their left palm
on their chest, repeat.)
Let’s say high,
to Mother Earth’s
all sons and daughters,
whose existence
we didn't see
(for we do our ward
rounds only at night),
we didn’t care,
we couldn’t respect...
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