The merciful Hestia built my dwelling

echo of a gallop

heard in faraway lands

          sound of a comma

          I noticed

          the exclamation

          of a woman’s nipple

          softly touched, aroused

the exhausted tree stopped

its rustle and I existed

          in vague limbo, man

          without a homeland

homophonic crickets spoke of duty

foggy installment of guilt which

I carried into this world from

the serenity of the blessed souls

           an unbroken link

           to my ancestors’ beauty

wrath of barbarians at the cross points

of history and I felt Fate

leaning over my cradle

           to remind me of

           my future war against

           shadows and

           prickly pears seeds

the slow crawl of pain

had already commenced

           my easy path to humanness