martes, 16 de agosto de 2011

Even God’s eyes die


Even God’s eyes die

THE Lord (Jahwahral)
The God’s eyes
During much of his time
Was quickly finishing his pass

Those pale yellow patches
In the green dark of the mountain flank:
The local name?
The decease; its tea, is the cure for?              

Heard the boy, remembering his teacher´s own words:
Curiosity: That walking cane
That makes possible to live
So many horrible lives

Just for a moment doubt crossed trough
His master’s eyes
His one and only disciple and grandnephew
Also his master’s sense of smell

This IS an emergency
A REAL one
PLEASE!!
Allow us the pass

The siren of the ambulance
Like an icebreaker
Cleared the pass through the city noise
To his silent cry

Bush vulgaris
No-name brush
Routine:
The name of the decease

Somewhere far yet from hospital
Paramedical make the sign
And driver knew the emergency
Was now unreal

Untying his mask said:
Don’t cry boy
Earth discards skin cells everywhere, every time
Look at the soil when searching for THE real life

Boy, we’re so ephemeral
That even angels die
At the morgue
Said a nice man

Was his departure planned, or an irresponsible one?
Every year from his office someone still calls
To arrange for his master’s remains
A nice site in a beautiful park
                                                                           
Since that day
That boy has searched in the bush
Missing his granduncle aid
The cure for solitude                                       





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