The Secret
Nights, streets, faces, lights
masks of death.
A door opens, a window closes,
the fridge of the dead woman is full of food,
the blind men on a line at the subterranean station:
“we’ll buy a new apartment”
“we’ll buy a new car”
the shadow hid behind the curtain,
the circus was set up in the square,
the megaphones yell.
People run, stop,
they stand to eat
they stand to make love
“They multiply death,” he said
(he said so turning towards the wall) only the blind
stay vigil on their side, only them,
their eyes phosphoresce
they open holes in th3e night; we look
through these holes, we see faces,
lights, bayonets, busses,
the clay basin, the metal stairway,
the bread, the knife, the excrement, the sperm, the bone
the broken basin and the inverted ladder.
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