Amorphous Forms

When the heat lifts up from the asphalt

Everything seems faded and strange

You can't distinguish the faces, those faces

Who take shapes of amorphous forms.

They look like monsters, those

Monsters that mind produces

In the fear of a sad memory

They are the victims who keep on living breathing

Poison, while they invalid burn is this heat.

With the head bent between their arms they are

All different but so organized in their petty surviving

I've a sort of pity

When I look at them who react

Passively to this slow end.

Torn and upset souls who have always been

Simply parked on this earth,

Are imprisoned by the human flesh

Which is slave too 'cause

It doesn't bear the pain in silence.

With humbleness, with bravery,

In my eyes they appear.

Amorphous forms, indefinable layer

Of flesh so alone with a tired soul.

Who don't have a place inside themselves.

Now the heat is between the sky and earth.

Motionless bodies look like pieces

Of coal while the soul is choked

In the tie of flesh.

One day,

Someone or something

Will pick up the remains...