Season of Antipathy
The enemy of compassion
antipathy opposes passion
and spreads like a plague.
I loved all the animals
that tamed me, which
now creep like serpents
fixated as if preying and
with goggling eyes
they send me a message
that what is alive
isn’t always the best
and what dies
isn’t always despair.
men with provocative pants
fabric stretched with imaginative
intention
men almost unshaven
with their cunning glances
disguised into animalistic fervor
that spreads thickly
on white bed-sheets
sink
in the moldy waters of memory
leaving behind them
not a shred of compassion
nor a bit of awe
for their conquests.
Libros Libertad 