Monday, September 28, 2009

Jose Carlos Becerra

THE DROWNED
.
an iron hook
is pulled
contradicting hi size as he emerges
the water dripping
moves
him
from
the
threads
of his entrance onto the stage
on the dock the crowd
was watching that bundle
where everyone’s eyes awaited
the body’s lost passage
drop by drop the body fell
into God’s pool,
someone asked for an iron hook
to hoist him,
careful — said one of the onlookers —
the tide is dragging him under
the dock,
an iron hook
we had to fasten him with a hook
we had to tell him something with a hook
while the dirty floating bundle
fell
drop
by
drop
from where the missing
would fling a stone upon us.
.
Mexico







































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