FLIGHT OF BIRDS
- Dark Poets Club

- Sep 11
- 1 min read
By Alberto Arecchi

Birds flying above death chimneys
recall an era that will never return.
Men fighting under a thousand flags
whose bones have fattened these fields.
Trumpets, concerts of bells,
burning of witches and books in the squares.
Red waters, red in the sky,
Red blood of burned children.



