Near Ekenförde

Sonata
boar’s tooth beat
water timbre
straight to the mouth
silence
looking into the June sun
near Ekenförde
and your hair the color of wheat
spread out among the damp rocks
Silence
song of second sojourn
of second coming out of the sea
of third germ
of one to fifth absence
of one to a thousand

Ah, scent, I can’t forget your word on the roof of the
squid
Ah, shout, I can’t forget the light of your eyes on my
column of
Fire

Silence

Sibelius doesn’t sing in my throat
and the beast shows its backside in the main Square of
Koppon.

Silence
so the Great Captain and his medusa can pick us up
tonight
forehead to forehead
looking toward Gottlan.

Traslated from Spanish by Rowena Hill