Pen
those with their heads
deep in the sand
stacked one on another
stay immobile
tied with the
bleak lines of my pen
i took it i said
and with a slow dancing movement of my hand
i buried the whole world
and then i left a tiny sparrow's heart
to weep over it
there is no abolition in words
a pen is just a gravedigger's tool
it can't neither change nor save
or kill the dragon of rain
it's just an eye of an eagle
an eagle without wings
it observes and then it conserves
and whatever comes from it
i'm placing it on some shelf
where there is a free space
out of where invisible
smell of despair spreads
and caresses HIS rotten teeth
that i keep in my chained hand
next to my frozen tears
of alcohol and nicotine
Poetry by Sanchez
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Written on 2008-02-09 at 00:42
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