The cruel soldiers
are lost, I undress them and --
then I wash their hands.
Wrede soldaten	Rohe Soldaten,
zijn verdwaald, ik kleed hen uit --	ich entkleide sie, wasche --
en was hun handen.	dann ihre Hände.

Poem H3530
Amsterdam, 2022-10-26
The soldiers who got lost in the desert (Jila Mossaed) - 2009
Poem "Soldaterna som gick vilse i öknen" (collection "Varje natt kysser jag markens fötter")
Collection: Skin-contact
Keyword: Love: unity / universal 
Tribute to: Mossaed, Jila