Hands, Rubbles (9/11)

under steel rubble, buried
two hands, two names
severed hands, each with his divorce
two bodies, two stories, burnt wood
joined hands in the extreme desire
of said pair, of friends, of lovers,
colleagues; two perfect strangers, does not count.
two sisters’ hands of fear,
pain, sisters in the end
to be strong, to make it short.
Sign of human, despite all
sign that joins us is in the human
sign that your hand is not enough, nor mine.

Danilo Breschi
Poet of the Month April 2016

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