Preterits of Another Light

Preterits of Another Light

These are the signs of the old flags
pierced by the gales of discord
The wide-eyed stares of the hordes
passed through here
Deranged, thirsty for relentless revenge

In these dilated savannahs impaled
those who dared defy the secular
domains of dogma

On the margins of these confines
waved Presidential flags and the strangled
voices of his ragged constituents
remain screaming in agony
while day comes to light

They remain the postponed promises
of legions of preterits mocked and reviled
We are the heirs of the sad vilification
of cloistered convents, peaceful tombs
and withered gardens

This earth has dried and from its bowels sprout thorns
in whose bosom bud the horizontally crucified
rising to the edges of the world