César Vallejo

“ They go at the foot of royal Brahmanic elephants,
and with the sordid buzz of boiling mercury,
these couples who raise toasts sculpted in rock
and forgotten twilights a cross in the mouth.
This is how life passes, vast orchestra of sphinxes
hurling at the void their funeral march.
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