2 marca 2015
SALT LAKE
In my domain I am the child again
lost in labyrinth of stairways
unable to find my home.
A swarm of bees descends
gives anaphylactic shock
I am dead in my arms.
You carry a dead gorilla
on the makeshift scaffold,
somewhere a female was beating her chest.
Blood on the face of moon
my sobs will not stop
flowing in muddy streaks in pits of tattoos.
Eggs of blue bird were waiting
for the mother to come,
kids were on doormats.
It was always the salt lake.
No body was going to drown
wolves, sharks and men!
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