Vigil Lamp

in your big eyes the dolls learned to grow a little
solely on Christmas Eve
you sew for them new clothes you shoe them with woolen booties
you ask yourself in a whisper where have all the flowers gone
and all the fairy tales resembling you so well

what happened with all the abandoned children
the ones forced to beg on the street
the elders who lost their homes
the ones about to die soon crying like babies
alone near clocks that stopped ticking

because life is a blindfold race amid stumps of fir trees
after being cut off in order to be lit two days
near warm fireplaces/ tables replete with food/ and houses for dolls
that don’t grow bigger than they are

because life is a hunt with bugles for the deaf
where you will fall with your legs folded beneath you
with your large dress like a blue bell stretched around
and you will say no open-eyed
once and once more

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