Compatriots

Why dealing

with compatriots?

Compatriots

can be idiots.

This one

compatriot

tried to reclaim

what was his.

They laughed

to his face.

He had

neglected it,

left it

aside,

at the treacherous

mercy

of the wind

that whips

those latitudes.

There,

where the compatriots

don’t set foot,

because the wind

whips.

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