Laocoon
A toe too removed no longer touches land.
It is attached to a body that is struggling.
The knee twisting general exclaims.
To him the lines break and muscles tense.
The locks of beard are as many tears flowing.
eyebrows in mountainous ridges are desperately seeking their crown.
The winding takes over.
force tilts.
The sky is implored the earth an ordeal.
Yes, he puffs out his chest and digs kidneys,
Flip head.
Despair as vain muscles
is the body that takes the soul
twisting before sinking.
your fate is being built we do not want to lose memory for pedagogy.
Thou art the idea of defiance to the shafts of pain.
To thee are spoken,
Thou canst not complain that visitor.
Your hands are clenched,
You'll fall.
Your curves to speak my peace,
Your link to my friends.
Laetitia Bischoff