If I’d tell you, my love
that I fear dawn
I don’t know these stars
that wound like threats
neither I know what the moon bleeds
to the edge of their blade
I have a feeling that after tonight
the longest of nights will come
I want you not to leave me, love, at dawn. . .at dawn
The children we didn’t have
are hiding in the sewers
eating the final flowers
it seems as they would guess
that the day approaching
brings latened hunger
thousands of quiet vultures
are opening their wings
aren’t you shattered, my love,
by this silent dance?
damned dance of the dead
morning powder.
