Hestia
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
Libros Libertad 