The cruel soldiers

are lost, I undress them and --


then I wash their hands.


Wrede soldatenRohe Soldaten,
zijn verdwaald, ik kleed hen uit --ich entkleide sie, wasche --
en was hun handen.dann ihre Hände.

Poem H3530
Amsterdam, 2022-10-26

The soldiers who got lost in the desert (Jila Mossaed)
Poem "Soldaterna som gick vilse i öknen" (collection "Varje natt kysser jag markens fötter")
Collection: Skin-contact 
Keyword: Love: unity / universal 
Tribute to: Mossaed, Jila 
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