14th DAY or ABOLISHING THE INTERNAL SELF
I am a grain of sand
carried away by the black water.
The place was flooded and the border
between the two worlds vanished;
the internal world where memories sprouted
along with the weeds-fears, moss-hope
and the external world sunk in dirty effluents
of the last news report.
When the dam was destroyed?
Lava, sewage, feces
unimpededly flood my insides
my internal life has been quashed.
I decide to hold onto a twig of tenderness
to remember your birthday
years ago in a snowed up landscape…
but your body weights heavy
over mine like so many dead
and those eyes of yours
were narrated to me by inconsolable mothers
their color — of a shivering lizard —
young girls with tears in their eyes
and wounded boys painted them for me.
How I got so plundered
without even leaving my room
and when I saw you going
the little garden of my sorrow
became burial site of many dead?
How I ended as a devoted
spectator of the current horror
when I was only engaged in the skirmish
between visible and invisible?
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