Silence

I enter my church sculpted in a mountain of salt
with its pillars standing on the left and on the right
with their black lodes and gray bead clusters
my shoulders hitting the scratched pulpit
with godly out of limit thirst

I bow down
in front of those already forgotten
of those keeping their words never murmured
of those with split heels for whom a caress brings pain
my eyelids palpitate three times
and once again for the sake of the man who learned not to cry

turn around human face
once you were a young man with too long fingers
once you were an old man with milk teeth
look at me as if I were the noose that you used to hang yourself
and never died

Advertisements
Categories: My poems in 2016, Uncategorized | Tags: | Leave a comment

Post navigation

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a free website or blog at WordPress.com.