FIVE MESSAGES FROM PUERTO RICO

Fragment from “THE MURDERED”

The temples of time crackle,
the blood courses, a thousand horses break loose
Death smokes in this corner tranquilly.
All is weariness.
Loneliness sows
teeth of stone, volcanos of silence

Looks are slow, the foot troubled
The impossible in the throat, tempests in slime.
Blood! beyond the bone and the litany.

No one dreams.

Jose Manuel Torres Santiago