Hey,
I turned back on tiptoe
No one there!
Except a man
Lying on the street-dead.
I walk past in haste
To the errand not to waste.

Shhh!
Again turned aside
Nothing there too!
Save a pavement with
A body wormed;
once a mortal life
clasping across the concrete.
Time is running apart!
I move fast to my aim.

Hello,
Yes, tell me, I say.
Eyes swelled, I bent down
No, I can see empty sidewalk.
Languishing therein a corpse;
Bury me fast....
who speaks?
Hooded ears: no voice.

Trip aside, let me leave …
Hold on, I get on to the ankle
seized by an arm cold,
No. Lifeless.
I fall along, save me - leave me.

No, you're not alone, now see!
I cannot cry or walk,
For I am not live.
We are on the street,
Only muddled flesh, flown souls
None can cover us all
we are not live, we are not....

The lamps laugh at us.....
In the company of clustered
snow .....our shroud...

* Remembrance of covid-19 deaths in Ecuador.