Desecration
My homeland comes from the ruins of the sky
foot marks of feet turning in the sand
Gods-refugees raise the sails
strangers-harlequins profane the silence of the dead
Neanderthals with ties guardians of the night
go back and forth
porters dismember the sky
choke the statues
move the ancient directions
the embarrassed history in my hands
the dark boatman by the shore
flooded by the rain
look at me
who are you,
I don’t know anything about you.
Libros Libertad 