Read This Poem: Vanity By Birago

YES READ THE VANITY

If we tell, gently, gently
All that we shall one
day have to tell,
Who then will hear our
voices without laughter,
Sad complaining voices
of beggars
Who indeed will hear
them without laughter?
If we roughly of our
torments
Ever increasing from the start of
things
What eyes will watch
our large mouths
Shaped by the laughter
of big children
What eyes will watch
our large mouth?
What hearts will listen
to our clamoring?
What ear to our pitiful
anger
Which grows in us like a
tumor
In the black depth of
our plaintive throats?
When our Dead comes
with their Dead
When they have spoken
to us in their clumsy
voices;
Just as our ears were
deaf
To their cries, to their
wild appeals
Just as our ears were
deaf
They have left on the
earth their cries,
In the air, on the water,
where they have traced
their signs
For us blind deaf and
unworthy Sons
Who see nothing of
what they have made
In the air, on the water,
where they have traced
their signs

And since we did not
understand the dead
Since we have never
listen to their cries
If we weep, gently,
gently
If we cry roughly to our
torments
What heart will listen to
our clamoring,
What ear to our sobbing
hearts?
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