Homo erectus – a poem written by Angelo Rizzi

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Homo erectus
Pungent cold
sharp as a February
night without commas
without punctuation.
The rare passers do not speak
their words and hands are frozen.
Events curve me
only a trill of trumpet
to warm my soul
an idea
to pursue the next day
to the reconquest
of the erected position.
© Angelo Rizzi

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