Caligae
Peace in wartimes.
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The arrowheads delved into the field
It was a biblical mass
And interludes before the final act
We should leave through the trees
But the wolves are howling
Not a god in-between
Life fleeting this Earth as we breathe
Barefoot, soon a barren land
For the dead are dreaming
And the living won’t sing
But say our names one more time
Lead us home
To gather strength in defeat
For we lay silent now
Holding the faces of death
And fathers and mothers
We go back
To the grind of the stone in the beginning of times
Reaching closer to a material paradise
Where we can dream like the dead
And rest like the living
© Lucas Melo 2022