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Look: Forty Thousand Warships
floats past our windows.
They mess up the water and foam of days,
their waves break the glass.
Forty thousand churches
will sing in the spring
everyone who forgot their way back.
Voiceless flock
gray mothers
howl to the sound of the alarm.
Here the graveyard grows with the undercoat of the earth
in the shade of living trees.
I'm freezing, dear, you hug me,
hide from other people's superstitions.
Mom, mom, there are ships outside the window!
Look how beautiful and stately!
- Daughter, they are not, we are alone with you,
we are alone - stranded and without a map.