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4.

Chechnya's blue cadavers in the snow.
Lacadonia's citrine cadavers in the jungle
Tender Caesarian cadavers.
Osip, Joseph, José's scintillating gaze
nailed to the back of everyone's neck,
though what he wanted was something to eat,
something written on paper.
Library ashes and black
smoke from all the books,
all the biographies on earth,
they are lighthouses for the lifeless
bodies. Shining over
every battlefield.

Translated by Forrest Gander

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