KING DAVID
Let all boys come
who haunted my blood
and let hail pour down
women’s faces.
Let the dashing dynasty
Of my sons approach
in front of my eyes.
Let my sons come,
even if Absalom
is among them.
Let my sons come,
the deer-forest illuminates the sky
before dawn.
Let Absalom come
with dreamy eyes,
with flinty shoulders,
the ozone smell and the fight.
Libros Libertad 