Liberty by Emile Ologoudou

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The white carcases

of

ships

sought desperately

the visible island with its golden mist,

the native isle of insurrection,

stage at evening of the most tragic adventures,

we were tossed

on the waves of the same sorrow,

and discord

had not yet blown towards us the sands

of

its evidence,

exuberance still reigned over the happy bay,

that day when we made long funerals

for all the things

we had to bury…