12-11-2019
In
the quarries,
I
was used to hearing the dead’s tales.
During
the day, when I’m exhausted,
The
bell rings to let us know the news,
My
compatriot died!
Our
boss commands “Do not stop working!”
Days
passed,
I don’t
recall memories of those who left us,
Yet
their faces become familiar,
In
Every day’s work.
