The Neglected
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The neglected will uproot those words after forty years.
And, should I say that miracles happen on this path?
No. Miracles take place only in hunted churches.
Should I talk of the man who became a tree and
of his mouth into which flowers bloomed? Embarrassed
I might be yet I have to talk although they won’t believe me.
Only one could believe but they killed him there in front
of the alter, a few naked boys stoned him to death. They
wanted to injure a husky, they wanted to kiss a woman
and sing a song. However they killed him and using a sword
they cut him in two. The upper half they stood, like a statue,
at the window. The lower half they taught how to walk like
a baby. As for the statue he never made it since his eyes
never turned white. Then his legs move like crazy and
they scare the women who spend their nights by the windows.
Now, two bitter little leaves, completely green, have sprouted
next to his lips. Is he a man or a statue? Is he a statue or
a lurking death? The neglected will uproot these words
forty years later.
Libros Libertad 