Half divine and half human,
sons of God and cousins to the angels, those
of the pure lineage as well of the fallen ones.
Always wavering from earth to the heavens,
we must give way to the ground sustaining
and sheltering strange while lovely dreams,
some nocturnal ones, some in the sunlight.
Although to pure blue of heavenly landscapes,
we prefer the brown ochre of our native earth,
smelling of dear sinful brothers and sisters,
faithful companions of suffering a race.
Race that, since the dawn of our era, has colonized,
at God’s command and by hard a toil, all the lands
of so rough otherwise sometimes exquisite a world.
Published in Red Wolf Journal, November 4, 2016.