Epode
Yet, before it, the hard, all-powerful
flesh cut open like a ripened watermelon.
A dark shadow spread over
the diaphanous pleat of dawn
as the cataclysmic rains devour
fields, crops, harmonious melodies
and perforated rooftops; after it,
a knife finds pleasure in dressing
the day’s petals with funereal colours.
Thunder belts statues and shadows.
The frosty hands of the north wind wave
as before him, the blade portions man
like a melon in the orchard.
Hard all all-powerful flesh
embraces the blade and
makes the ageless statement of
first such testimonial
in the splendorous universe.
Original sin gifting all roses
and all pious dreams with
a black shroud of its chthonic essence.
Libros Libertad 