Summer Solstice
4
In the wild wind-whirl
to the right to the left, up and down
garbage swirl.
Light lethal fumes
dissolve the flesh of men.
The souls
hurrying to leave the bodies
they thirst but don’t find water anywhere;
they stick here and there as though
birds in lime twigs;
they struggle in vain
until their wings can’t endure it.
This place shrinks and shrinks earthen pitcher.
Libros Libertad 