from the article:
Umbra
Eyes without light, and an anxious mind Breath runs short inside the chest, In rude agitations, life passes by… Lost in vague penumbra I watch, strewn about, the little clothes of a holy home my children, in candid abandonment never knowing how precariously luck hangs, suspended just above them and above you, standing there, beneath an immense pain pupils fogged up from weeping