Over the mountain that we debated could have been a hill
it stands, rows of houses, near rows of houses that look the same
identical in means and measures clearly cut out of stone
cut out of the valley, that has taken centuries to become ruined
by a past that is neither ours or theirs
nouns and pronouns that make nothing essential come to mind
over the mountain it stands, like a falcon
but all falcons are due to fall,
where does my fear stem from then, that it will stay?
the houses that were built over my people's bodies.
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