the site of a slaughter
maru delgado
100 000 inhabitants of Kiev
buried in the same ravine
in the womb of an ancient woman
sold to the Convent of Terra
Vietnam: 1955
three million souls
appear to be key moments
in the presence of the concave
in an empty house
Life trickles in front of my dreams
the dolls’ pendulum
A red dress pouring itself
at the crack of my torn hair
in the rental of the flesh
The stairs in my socks
rung cruel in the mornings
and these worn shoes
flash
after all
as wounds
that remain closed
My Lipstick’s stains
cancel all traces of beauty
as patch measures
on a broken doll
that hangs from the strings
pouring from a dour hymen
woman of troy
Woman of Troy
sin of the world
have mercy on us
the moment
She strives for maintaining
the beauty of the tenth sense
which is derived from the sacrifice
of a moment of water
holy wars in the world
Time flashes forward in the fourth verse of life
as the fisherman who was on the road
saw Dionysius devour the eyes of a risen Christ.
The exaggeration of Constantinople
and the beginnings of the church compress time
when the powder is found
in the middle of nostalgic visions
in a period that kisses the infinite
The fifth verse of life
referring to the Crusades
and a false prophet
who attacked the first empire
life is wasted in two combined particles
she boasts of immortality of the cranes
The ideal state of the ancient woman
portray moments of great victory
and the tremendous loss
as a result of civilization
where evil has returned to extend
her empty jaws
She seems to start out
from a kaleidoscopic dream state
a saint whistling a requiem
to Adolf Hitler
after a bunker waved
Jews in love with the moon
The vigil as bricks
through the window now
the doorbell a fresh graffiti
The unnamed aggression
brings us back to the ellipsis
disturbing
this reality
and this woman that only
bites her nails
at the threshold of her dreams
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