- NaPoWriMo #14

Weeping at the many funerals of my birth

1.

I’ve left my body next to the dawn

and I've sung the sadness of what is born.

2.

now then:

who will stop digging their hands

in search of the child’s tribute? the cold

will pay. the wind will pay. the rain

will pay. thunder will pay…

3.

for a short-lived minute of life

for a minute of viewing the brain

for little flowers dancing like words

in the mouth of a mute man

4.

he’s afraid to undress in the paradise

of his memory

he’s ignorant of the fierce destiny

of his visions

5.

illumined memory, where the shadow

of what I wait for roams. it’s a lie

he will not return. it’s a lie he will return.

6.

there’s a weak wind

full of bent faces,

cut-outs of things I want to love

7.

now

            at this innocent hour

me and the one I was sit

on the doorstep of my gaze

8.

afraid of being two

on my way to the mirror:

someone inside me

eats and drinks me

9.

you’ve built a house

you’ve added feathers to your birds

you’ve assaulted the wind

with your bones

you’ve finished (all by yourself)

what nobody started

10.

I’ve been born so many times

and doubly suffered

in the memory of here and there