Dry hard chalky
seemed to be the design of the country.
There we brought our
laws, systems
of weight, of currency, of measure.
The world is bounded by a frontier
of dazzling stones,
we did not see that other world outside:
vigorous, victorious
when it overwhelmed us.
We roamed afar
in lost regions.
The country appeared to be in motion,
fertile, fluid, changing,
rich in laws and in merchandise,
a store and entrepot for many regions.
Dry hard chalky
often is the eye,
the hands, the chisel support it,
fashion things in our likeness.
(Bartolo Cattafi)
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