Shown with a hollow mask,
called by an austere wrath;
death falls apart shunned as
a toddler who broke his musts.
bizarre aims were pointed
without bird-joy, although duty
was to be a romantic deed
which had come to fix rotten teeth.
nails were cut down
much a-like snails found their way out
in a desert of frozen vows
hair got done with a sight
of an unaware dog, stretch
marked on his own, but
without being lord of the summoned crawls.
All we were, all we are;
Nonetheless shallow guts we lack
For the missed toe we didn’t fight back.
Certainly you do not miss nay the mask.
Nay the wrath.
Somewhat near February 2012
Title and minor editions – mid-late May 2012
Ramiro Roberto Rojas González