the day before birth

the day before birth
  nothing could be seen among the clods

far under this grey haze maybe they tried to scream but no one could understand their words

  they cried
and they did not understand the tears
  where they went to rest

maybe they were not alone lost in the illusion
maybe they were in the multitude
together lulled by loneliness

many
dispersed in this grey haze
right or not,  they just asked a few more years
  away from cars, keys and bolts
electronic boards, screens and splinters of prefabricated happiness
 
and they tried to shout
but no one yet could understand their words
perhaps they wailed and they will cry again
and they will learn sooner or later to pick up those tears

tears that will make fertile silence
that there is
under this suburban scar of sky
under this suburban sky
peace to Autumn
to Autumn
peace

they were buds
one day they will be flowers

Marco Bo