Upward
This was all and all From the window
they threw down gold coins
The others in the street didn’t collect them they stayed
motionless silent looking up
perhaps at the contracted hungry hand
perhaps at the cloud or at the earthen statue
or that big nail from where
Anna some years ago hung herself
Then they fell down finally and collected the coins You
stayed again alone in the dust
hiding the severed arm in your shirt
Libros Libertad 