by chance

but
beside the massacre of the innocents
at the command of any mighty one
any other meaning is lost
when all the elders wipe their glasses

how could the child have known
playing with his circle or having only one egg as dinner
among storybook leaves or in front of the old pews
how could the child have destroyed his sacred life
as if blowing a dandelion globe without any wish

otherwise only the road
straight as far as the plain allows
slanting as long as the mountain rises
road upon road as long as the earth endures
clear water over stones and only closed shells
that are obvious to the eye
but

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