Charité

Dans la sébile du mendiant, un temple s’écroule
En s’inversant ;
Et ce temple a froid, il saigne ;
La fumée saignera.
Un geste a suffi,
Minuscule et surhumain pourtant,
Historique, évident ;
On le reconstruira.

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Guillaume Sire
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