María Mercedes Carranza


PRAYER

No more dawns or customs,
no more light, no more jobs, no more instants.
Only earth, earth on the eyes,
between the mouth and the ears;
earth on the crushed down breasts;
earth inside the dried up belly;
earth pressed under the back;
along the half-opened legs, earth;
earth between the hands lying there.
Earth and oblivion.
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