sharecroppers

autumn 
we  fall down among the broken branches, 
between the clods in the fields and  the vineyard 
rows 

autumn
soil and dust in the wind 
wind that carries the mist
we fall

autumn ,
sweat and wine grapes crushed between the fingers
vinasse stum verdigris 
there is no peace without bread ,
we fall

autumn
we move from home to home, from harvest to harvest
we are migratory birds 
although we never lift up our faces from the mud

we fall 
among the clods of the field


Marco Bo
http://cantidallaperiferiadelmondo.blogspot.it/2013/09/mezzadria.html

I dedicated to my father and my mother farmers
 and all the farmers of the world