aufopfernd | a poem

silence doesn’t take responsibility


they sullied bodies in their dirt and mess

eloquent, convenient, trivialised

a sour celebration that nobody questions


and they stand tall in their costumes

folded hands, litanies up their sleeves

rehearsed bodies, voices that you trust

because they speak and sound right


I started listening with my body

and I hear what everybody ignores

what contaminates the room with the past


the smell is still on them

oozes out of their sick pores

a child stands eulogised

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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