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The peach arm

( Marco Milani ITA – IL RAMO DI PESCO – trad. Emma Rotini )

 

 

 

Nothing but a branch,

The withered arm of a peach,

Weak, ramshackle,

Darkened ‘cause of death.

 

Nothing but a branch,

Covered with leaves,

Just like tiny hands,

That won’t be able

To point at the sky anymore.

 

Nothing but a branch,

Once it was life,

Now it exists

Among garbage and dioxin,

To predict future.