Order of exclusion

I do not know how I remained in the past
times were cut by the blade of a moment
the order was broken, and time present seats next to me
like the last tram moving in the opposite direction
with the inexplicable taste of loss
sealed in the eyes of the traveller
that suddenly learns there is no second chance
Now I wander about like a soldier’s soul roaming through the field
and failing to realize it belongs to a dead man
The war is over, comrades are leaving
with a gloomy joy in their heart
He does not know he is but a voice fluttering in the air
They regret for not feeling his presence
They go to be forgotten and celebrate life
They look at the pictures of their girlfriends once again
and desperately struggle to vent
The dead no longer knows how to grieve
He arrives at the letters of the telegram
where they have officially mentioned his name for the last time
Unconsciously, he begins learning the order of exclusion
that starts with displacement like air drifts do near the ground
they fly high up and are silently gone with the cold.