THE GATE
Excerpt XIX
The messengers were right (the held no signs)
the moment comes sometime as long as we’re
ready for it; and the other fishers wrapped in their nets,
which they used to catch fishes,
now are caught in them, ah we all have one big fish, they
said; the great fishing consists of various bargains;
you eat this whole fish during your secret supper, so
you might feel satiated for once; the fish-bone has
been your path from the beginning, you the crooked man
next to the broken glasses, knives, paper flags;
unfold your path, he said; you’ll see the built gate
at dawn.
The rooster crowned on top of the fence; dogs had gone
behind the moon;
the city was erased; the last lampposts lit at the metal
service stairways;
the old woman, in the hallway, was washing the vomit;
go to sleep
so you can get up rested; faint light on the windows,
the drowned butterfly in the sink, the toothbrush, soap,
the lost mercy, moist matches, smoking of the morning
cigarette by the untied shoes; two tenants already
at the bus stop;
the third one delayed observing his testicles, while
he was putting his wooden leg on.
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