Amén

 

Dimelo otra vez cuando haya estado en el río
Y haya quitado el borde de mi sed
Dimelo otra vez  estamos solos y estoy escuchando
Escuchando con tanta energía que duele

Frontera

 Yo, que llegué a la vida demasiado pronto,

que fui —que soy— la que se anticipó,
la que acudió a la cita antes de tiempo
y tuvo que esperar en la consigna
viendo pasar el equipaje de la vida
desde el banco neutral de la deshora.

Clay out of silence

 

chances are we will sink quietly back
into oblivion without a ripple
we will go back into the face
down through the mortars as though it hadn’t happened

earth: I’ll remember you
you were the mother you made pain
I’ll grind my thorax against you for the last time
and put my hand on you again to comfort you

sky: could we forget?
we were the same as you were
we couldn’t wait to get back sleeping
we’d have done anything to be sleeping

and trees angels for being thrust up here
and stones for cracking in my bare hands
because you foreknew
there was no vengeance for being here

when we were flesh we were eaten
when we were metal we were burned back
there was no death anywhere but now
when we were men when we became it