death poems

death poems

HARDENING the Earth
the stones were commissioned:
soon love poems
they had wings:
the stones poem
that flew:
those who survived
rose
the lightning,
they gave a cry in the night,
a sign of water,
a purple sword
a meteor.

The sky
succulent death poems
not only had clouds,
not only space-smelling to oxygen,
but a ground stone
here and there, shining,
converted in paloma,
converted in Bell,
in magnitude, in wind love poems
penetrating:
fosfórica arrow, salt of the sky.