Non altar richiedea lor messa
ma solo carne.
Solo silenzio.
Solo tormento che lasso s’adagia.
Venena nascuntur in tenebris,
et nutriuntur in sanguine.
Ogni fronda era giudizio,
ogni radice una lama,
ogni tatto, condanna sussurrata alla gleba.
Esse non evocavano
non orabant, imperabant.
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Defixiones
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