I
Headmaster with his ephemeral
myth and mistuned voice
like a broken violin echoing in
the day’s crying eardrums
decrees the rules and defines
lines none can disobey
as the melancholic clock beats
elegies and chants lamentations.
The vexed ephemeral myth
spread by the headmaster
dressed as the symbol of love
carries the pangs of terror within it.
Pain unfolds in the bright day
the open basket or in the nighty
erotic encounter; pain cast in elusiveness
or from the egomaniac’s greed
the headman’s with his ephemeral
myth. Headman with a golden exterior
with gold threaded vestment and
mistuned voice gnaws creation
and this ode’s solemn oracle.
Libros Libertad 