Can I glue the buildings back
Can I stitch together chunks of land
Can I erase the horrific nightmare
Can I lift the tonnes of snow or rubble that pressed the death in their bones
Can I sew wounds and bring life in feeble children’s bodies
The tower is down
The temple is down
Your temple, Everest shook his coat
As a revenge ?
As a punishment ?
As a warning ?
The carbon print might turn to be
Our main sin
Or is it the sheep year who took its toll ?