The hero's square
The hero's square
afflicted people
contemplate your face
under a gray cloud
in the stench of a homeland.
The senses are shaken
for the sad song of the pigeons
asking for corn
with bony figure,
mirror of the nation.
A whirlwind of dry leaves
falls from the trees
by a spectral air
in the shade of the feet
of the hero.
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