Suffering

Suffering

When I ask for
the innovation, you
lob the moon.

Glass and sand
in your eyes, melt into
kisses. There was no
other way.

You cannibalize my
poems, make a statuette
and wear the pendant.

You stone a wall
of paper. Why did it
carry the names of
failed gods?

You watch the stream
of tears feeding the red
poppies about to be
slaughtered.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

such pain we live to sufer but not to endure, you've gave this some thought, excellent write. thank you for sharing.